Tea time. by Pablo Cuello https://66.media.tumblr.com/c2d23be4fb14414bf959c7c9e5ade68b/tumblr_nvk1dhF4OD1qj5oxwo1_1280.jpg In the melancholy forest dwells a sick god. In the dark forest the flowers are so pale and the birds so shy. Why is the wind full of warning whispers and the road dark with dismal forebodings? In the shadow lies the sick god dreaming venomous dreams… — Edith Södergran, from Forest Darkness (tr. by David McDuff), 1916