The Gypsy

As in one’s hand a lighted match blinds you before
it comes aflame and sends out brilliant flickering
tongues to every side — so, within the ring of the
spectators, her dance begins in hasty, heated rhythms
and spreads itself darting flames around.

And suddenly the dance is altogether flame!
Rainer Maria Rilke, Spanish Dancer

Empty Chair

Manhattan, New York, New York. Shot 4/28/01. Ilford HP5+ BW negative 35mm film.
New York, Manhattan

How much better is silence; the coffee-cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves