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Bring back good New York memories

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I am proud to have the same birthday as this man's.

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Joan As Police Woman - Witness

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Et in Arcadia ego

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"Once, off the hump of Brazil I saw the ocean so darkened with blood it was black and the sun fainted away over the lip of the sky. We'd put in at Fortaleza, and a few of us had lines out for a bit of idle fishing. It was me who had the first strike. A shark it was. Then there was another, and another shark again, 'till all about, the sea was made of sharks and more sharks still, and no water at all. My shark had torn himself from the hook, and the scent, or maybe the stain it was, and him bleeding his life away drove the rest of them mad. Then the beasts took to eat each other. In their frenzy, they ate at themselves. You could feel the lust of murder like a wind stinging your eyes, and you could smell the death, reeking up out of the sea. I never saw anything worse... until this little picnic tonight. And you know, there wasn't one of them sharks in the whole crazy pack that survived."

-- Orson Welles as Michael O'Hara in The Lady From Shanghai

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At this period of chaos I just miss that one winter afternoon there looking down to the beautiful street reflected by glowing golden sunset light. #somewhereonlyweknow #insearchoflosttime

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"At this instant a rust-red moon is hanging low above the water lilies on the lake, and the leaves of the live oaks gleam in its light. There is not a sound in the world except the ducks in the weeds that take up when the frogs die down. The egrets are nesting there, too, white egrets that, every afternoon at dusk, fly in great flocks to roost in the golden weeds, and after a long, hot day, we sit out under the trees to watch them and feel the breeze that comes up across the water. Everything is in bloom, azaleas and dogwood, the air is soft as talcum powder, so soft you can’t imagine people dying here; you imagine them crumbling to death, like biscuits left out in the rain, biscuits and talcum powder and azaleas rotting beneath the bushes in drifts of petals—and at noon, dear, the odor of pine needle rises up from the earth when I walk through the woods, rises up and envelops me in a cloud, and one feels like swooning."

- Andrew Holleran in Dancer From the Dance

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Starting on a new mix media project. Hopefully it will be up and running on Behance by the end of June 🐣✨🌟 #illustration #butterfly #andwhatselse #watercolor #showdonttell 🙊

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When I need a little inspiration.

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"Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam’s ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh. Formed from the pleasure I was on the point of enjoying, she, I imagined, was the one offering it to me. My body, which felt in hers my own warmth, would try to find itself inside her, I would wake up. The rest of humanity seemed very remote compared with this woman I had left scarcely a few moments before; my cheek was still warm from her kiss, my body aching from the weight of hers. If, as sometimes happens, she had the features of a woman I had known in life, I would devote myself entirely to this end: to finding her again, like those who go off on a journey to see a longed-for city with their own eyes and imagine that one can enjoy in reality the charm of a dream. Little by little, the memory of her would fade, I had forgotten the girl of my dream."

- Marcel Proust in Swann's Way