because wherever I saton the deck of a ship or at a street caf in Paris or BangkokI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar stewing in my own sour air.
Sylvia Plath
because wherever I saton the deck of a ship or at a street caf in Paris or BangkokI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar stewing in my own sour air.
Sylvia Plath