FOTO – IZZY FOREAL IN MALLACOOTA 2013
Search for beauty without features, something deeper than any signs.
“Her appetite for lust became so flagrant
That she made lewdness licit with her laws
To free her from the blame her vice incurred.
How many the sweet thoughts, how much yearning
Has led these two to this heartbroken pass!”
As we became subjects of King Alcohol, shivering denizens of his mad realm, the chilling vapour that is loneliness settled down. It thickened, ever becoming blacker. Some of us sought out sordid places, hoping to find understanding companionship and approval. Momentarily we did — then would come oblivion and the awful awakening to face the hideous Four Horsemen — Terror, Bewilderment, Frustration, Despair.
ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, The Big Book
~ Ken Venn
“Anxiety is secretive. He does not trust anyone, not even his friends, Worry, Terror, Doubt and Panic … He likes to visit me late at night when I am alone and exhausted. I have never slept with him, but he kissed me on the forehead once, and I had a headache for two years …”
― J. Ruth Gendler, The Book of Qualities