all you wanted
It's a kind of world that's not a world.
It's just the pieces.
---The Apartments.
By the sense of light
you guess the soul
...
and by the sense of darkness, the late summer light that holds back? places are given up, apartments let go. what was yours was never yours. your final gesture before you leave for another place is to switch off the lights. the hardest words spoken softly, and no hands on your heart.
2 comments:
amazing image, what is it?
ah, this constant drifting and our wandering souls...
hi, b :-)
Roxana, it's by Paul Strand...one of my favourite photos. I also used it here
(shameless narcissism, I know, I know!)
yes, drifting...
hello!
Hope all is well,
b.
p.s. do check the music out (via the link).
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