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now that I was free to be absolutely anything, I was rapidly becoming interested in absolutely nothing.
The Dice Man. Luke Rhinehart
photo by me.
Rome, Italy, 2023, photo by me.
Woman Seated under the Willows, Claude Monet, 1880
It is merely that - as the years pass - there comes to be a terrible shortage of your people. The ones you loved. The ones who knew the people you both loved. The ones who know your whole history.
City Of Girls. Elizabeth Gilbert
Robert Doisneau. Le Cafe de Flore. 1940′s
"Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before"
- Memoirs Of A Geisha. Arthur Golden
"and here tonight in this city of darkened windows were other millions like him and like me: as indistinguishable as dying blades of grass. " - Ask The Dust. John Fante
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Clinging to the hope of a feeling that only exists when our bodies meet
Born to Love, Cursed to Feel. Samantha King
Promajna, Croatia. 2017, photo by me.
"He wants golfballs and glass walls. I want quiet thunder. Our disappointment sits between us"
The Roominghouse Madrigals. Charles Bukowski
Untitled, Ilse D’Hollander, 1995.