While it thunders and lightnings I lie on the bed and go through wild dreams. We’re in Seville and then in Fez and then in Capri and then in Havana. We’re journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regret, but we are happy, we are laughing always, we are singing (…) I say this is a wild dream – but it is this dream I want to realize (…) Being anchored always in no matter what storm, home wherever we are.
Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin, August 14, 1932, in: A Literate Passion. Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller 1932-1953.