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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Janaina Medeiros
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The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features from faces. People might walk through me. And what is this moment of time, this particular day in which I have found myself caught? The growl of traffic might be any uproar - forest trees or the roar of wild beasts. Time has whizzed back an inch or two on its reel; our short progress has been cancelled. I think also that our bodies are in truth naked. We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via iuxxta)
A Single Man (2009), dir. Tom Ford
Cinematography by Eduard Grau
But never have I been a calm blue sea. I have always been a storm.
Stevie Nicks (via honey–or–tar)