A period of depression is again come over me—I know of no manner how I could possibly be interesting to anyone. I have never learned to talk & have only listened to the trees. I never longed for solitude as much as I do now. Strange phantom lands, in which I wander as a half-insane carefree being, loom up in my mind. I see enormous moonlit cliffs with water roaring at their houses.
Charles Burchfield, Journals, November 28, 1915