Wednesday, 31 October 2018

". . . from above it all, life's impossibly beautiful fabric unfolds."


Monday, 29 October 2018

Cocktails & Dreams


Saturday, 27 October 2018



Friday, 26 October 2018

"It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon".


Wednesday, 24 October 2018

A Nordic Fairytale







Sunday, 21 October 2018

Saturday, 20 October 2018

Friday, 19 October 2018

Thursday, 18 October 2018

Wednesday, 17 October 2018

All that anxiety and anger, those dubious good intentions, those tangled lives, that blood. I can tell about it or I can bury it. In the end, we'll all become stories. Or else we'll become entities. Maybe it's the same (Margaret Atwood).






Tuesday, 16 October 2018

I thought of nothing but her. I expected everything from her. I was ready to lay everything at her feet. I was not in the least in love with her. Yet I had only to imagine that she might fail to keep the appointment, or forget it, to see where I stood. Then the world would be a desert once more, one day as dreary and worthless as the last, and the deathly stillness and wretchedness would surround me once more on all sides with no way out from this hell of silence except the razor (Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf).



Thursday, 11 October 2018

Black As Midnight On A Moonless Night



Monday, 8 October 2018

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms  (Muriel Rukeyser).