to brother theo
As I feel the need to speak out frankly, I cannot hide from you that I am overcome by a great feeling of anxiety, depression, a 'je ne sais quoi' of discouragement and despair more than
I can tell. And if I cannot find comfort it will be too overwhelming.
I can tell. And if I cannot find comfort it will be too overwhelming.
I take it so much to heart that I do not get on better with people in general; it worries me a great deal, because so much of my success in carrying out my work depends on it . . . . through one single glass pane the light falls on an empty colour box, on a bundle of worn-out brushes, it is so curiously melancholy that fortunately it also has a comical aspect . . . .
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With all one's energy one cannot do anything, and thinks oneself crazy, or Heaven knows what.
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