“And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes--you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love...” - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
So what if instead of a post there is mostly silence? A photograph and silence, and just a few words only, to go with them. A few days ago I spoon-fed my grandfather soup with a teaspoon. It was a wonderful experience. And I hope that perhaps one day my grandson will spoon-fed me as … Continue reading Written In Passing
Sometimes, as I stroll round a lake in a park or down a rainy street, I see things reflected upside down in the water, and I cannot help but wonder... What if there's another world on the other side of the water, a world I can only catch glimpses of, a world inhabited by my … Continue reading The City In the Lake
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