The Summer I get rid of everything.

Tidbits

Aokigahara (sea of trees) described as "the perfect place to die".

Pripyat : radioactive ghost town. Chernobyl disaster.

Love

I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out; I love you for putting your hand into my heaped-up heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you can't help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find. I love you because you are helping me to make of the lumber of my life not a tavern but a temple; out of the works of my every day not a reproach but a song.
Cecilia Reed, Source: A Gift of Love