denn die Todten reiten schnell

"I have hidden my heart behind ancient walls, to be alone, to remember." (Salvatore Quasimodo)

[sex-death-rebirth]

Acheron by Reinhold Kukla, 1902

[megairea]

Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman, 1951

[legrandcirque]

Émile Joachim Constant Puyo, Sommeil, 1897.

[polish-spirit]

Dwór w Nagłowicach (1933).

[megairea]

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?

George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss, 1860

[theconstantnymph]

A Hunting Accident, 1978

[polish-spirit]

Dworek w Bronowicach (1932).

[uncannyarchive]

“The air was still. The silvery vapour hung serenely on the far horizon, and the frosty stars blinked brightly. Everyone knows the effect of such a scene. Fancies and regrets float mistily in the dream, and the scene affects us with a strange mixture of memory and anticipation, like some sweet old air heard in the distance.”

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Uncle Silas

[absencesrepetees]

il gattopardo (luchino visconti, 1963)  

[italiasparita]

Trofarello. Castello Conte Vagnone

[random-brushstrokes]

Arthur Spear - Sunrise (1921)

[mournfulroses]

Rainer Maria Rilke, from Where Silence Reigns: Selected Prose; “The Lay of the Love and Death of Cornet Christoph Rilke,"

[polish-spirit]

Fragment ul. Hetmańskiej we Lwowie (1930-1939).

[random-brushstrokes]

Ivan Nikolayevich Kramskoy - Moonlit night (1880)

[megairea]

[...] the expression on her face was ageless, haunting, as though she possessed in her lithe body an old soul that could not die; centuries in time looked out from those two eyes, she had contemplated life so long it had become indifferent to her.

Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel, 1951

[vintage-ukraine]

Nestorivskyi Alley in Kyiv, 1981

[italiasparita]

Villa del Nevoso