or starters, it is quite self-explanatory.
There are times when some things are not spoken of. Ideas are not correctly articulated. Or even life itself becomes hazy that you begin wondering of all the possibilities and impossibilities. And you go find yourself a nook, where you can take a deep breath. Free yourself from the world, from all its demands, obligations, and burden. Yes, it is such a cliché! But no, it is not an escape. Sometimes, in order to get where you want to be, you have to lose yourself. And what is better than to be lost in reverie?
P.S. The picture here is a beautiful plaster cast by Lorenzo Bartolini, one of the great sculptors in the 19th century, taken at Accademia Gallery in Florence.