“It was the end of sorrow lies. The rail stations were dead, flowing like bees stung from honeysuckle. The people hung back and watched the ocean, animals flew in and out of focus. The time had come. Yet king dogs never grow old – they stay young and fit, and someday they might come to the beach and have a few drinks, a few laughs, and get on with it. But not now. The time had come; we all knew it. But who would go first?”
– ‘Les Champs Magnétiques’ (The Magnetic Fields) by André Breton and Philippe Soupault, 1920
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
My wish is that you may be loved to the point of madness.