[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
Showing posts with label Macro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Macro. Show all posts
Sunday, August 27, 2023
Tuesday, May 9, 2023
The Captain
Standing alone on his pole, after the last shower of the day, vigilant, the Captain pulls up his antennae as my camera gets closer and closer.
Friday, June 4, 2021
Monday, September 14, 2020
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Wednesday, May 8, 2019
Tuesday, May 7, 2019
Monday, May 6, 2019
Sunday, May 5, 2019
Saturday, April 13, 2019
Saturday, April 6, 2019
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
What's left
Sometime I have the impression that my memory is becoming like a city landline telephone pole. What remains of our past experiences? Not much. Just the scars. A handful of staples and pins, well stuck into the wood.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Saturday, October 27, 2018
Monday, October 8, 2018
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