[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
T.S.Eliot
Monday, July 16, 2018
Lunch Breaks
Paradoxically, the only time left for keeping alive the flame at the altar of Photography is that scarce half an hour that divides my last morning meeting from the first one in the afternoon.
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