The sadness will last forever.– Vincent van Gogh’s suicide note
Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air...– Walt Whitman
The Sun Is Going Down - Sóley
she is a djinn she is a dryad she is an hamadryad she is in love all an over kissing with the giant in the small tired of identifying her loneliness covering the sea weeded arms of the forest with all the jewelry within the eyes where dryads are fucking in the dreams of the butterflies our children are only made up of light going around the fragile organs above me.
Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it...– Jean Baudrillard