missing the warmth
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

JVL
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Three Goblin Art

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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todays bird
Xuebing Du
One Nice Bug Per Day
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Kaledo Art
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Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
Jules of Nature
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@pnmrn
missing the warmth
Played with my zoom lens + took me a while to figure out manual settings (😂) at the #ManchesterFashionWeek
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#tb (at 海洋博公園 熱帯ドリームセンター)
No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . SHIEEEEET SONNN #supermoon
Perfect summer day at Southport
25/8/16
stare game stong
Mam Tor, Derbyshire
35mm Lomo Action Sampler
View from Mam Tor
35mm Lomo Action Sampler
Shuttlingsloe
‘Most great poetry is like that. If the words can’t create a prophetic tunnel connecting them to the reader, then the whole thing no longer functions as a poem.’
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Kafka on the Shore felt less like reading a book and more like reading 656 pages of poetry. Maybe because there is so much symbolism in this book, I couldn’t help but try and somehow connect the words he wrote to my own self like how Kafka was trying to make sense of Miss Saeki’s lyrics by relating it to what had happened to him. However, like him, my interpretations are too suggestive and I really don’t know what to make of it.
...a certain type of perfection can only be realised through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
Oshima, Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami
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