The memory of the external facts of my life has largely faded in my mind or disappeared. But the encounters with the other reality, the collision with the unconscious, have indelibly permeated my memory. There was always plenty and wealth there. Everything else goes into the background. (Carl Gustav Jung)

You will see me one fine morning exhausted I will go and sit on the next sidewalk. You will see that I will not be the one Sitting down on the ground.
Alain Souchon