Van Gogh ends his letters with the phrase-a handshake in thought.I really would have liked to get to shake your hand at least once in person but I will be very expensive for me to travel to your place.No, my parents would never allow me to leave my job.
Something funny-whenever I am sad I sort of start reading van Gogh biography.Over these last few years I have written about my pain and anguish to you.I must be an honest man according to Henry Fool,for I am always in trouble:)
I am working 12 hours a day and still that is not good enough.Today I was so tired that I thought my eyes would pop out and my head will explode.I would like to write the whole night long tonight.
I read this French novel about a prisoner on death row and how he is to be executed very soon.I sorta feel like him.
Nature itself wants me to be in pain.Nature itself.Are human beings not a part of the nature?And if a man attacks me-would I be wrong were I to say that nature itself is attacking me?That nature itself wants to finish me off?But no-I too am a part of nature.Nature is fighting with itself.Nature is stabbing itself.
A man today said that I have insulted the President himself.There are so many people around who dislike me strongly.