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Not speaking of the way, Not thinking of what comes after, Not questioning name or fame, Here, loving love, You and I look at each other. ーAkiko Yosano

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“How is it that a little incident like this suddenly comes back to one, whereas something that moved one deeply at the time can simply be forgotten with the passage of the years?” ーMurasaki Shikibu

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“The bells of the Gion monastery in India echo with the warning that all things are impermanent. The blossoms of the sala trees teach us through their hues that what flourishes must fade. The proud do not prevail for long but vanish like a spring night’s dream. In time the mighty, too, succumb: all are dust before the wind.” ―The Tale of the Heike

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Things That Arouse a Fond Memory of the Past

Dried hollyhock. The objects used during the Display of Dolls. To find a piece of deep violet or grape-coloured material that has been pressed between the pages of a notebook. It is a rainy day and one is feeling bored. To pass the time, one starts looking through some old papers. And then one comes across the letters of a man one used to love. Last year’s paper fan. A night with a clear moon. ーSei Shōnagon

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I sometimes despise myself for trying to come up with fancy titles for my photos.

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Ah, Kyle MacLachlan's tribute to David Lynch is so beautiful.

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RIP David Lynch

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