Mamihlapinatapai: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other...
I cannot help but wonder, however, if we do not invent our own destiny, design...– Anita Shreve, All He Ever Wanted (via quote-book)
The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they...
“Night is a cistern. Owls sing. Refugees tread meadow roads with the loud rustling of endless grief. Who are you, walking in this worried crowd. And who will you become, who will you be when day returns, and ordinary greetings circle round.” Adam Zagajewski, from “Night Is A Cistern”
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