My old furniture

But my life has turned out differently, God knows why. My old furniture is rotting in the barn where I left it, and I myself, yes, my God, I have no roof over me, and it is raining into my eyes.

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge

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