"It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop." Vita Sackville-West
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Magnificent.
"And at once I knew I was not magnificent..." Bon Iver, Holocene.
So much loveliness in this world. So so much. So much taken for granted. So much gone unnoticed. What a shame.
I like the fourth picture the best.
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