“I’ve no idea when I’m going to wear it,” the girl replied calmly. “I only knew that I had to have it. Once I tried it on, well…” She shrugged. “The dress claimed me.”
– Isabel Wolff, A Vintage Affair: A Novel
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.
Comic-cons are exhausting experiences.
People are on their feet all day, walk miles across a convention center floor, and eat bad (and overpriced) convention center food. Lots of attendees get dehydrated because they just don’t get enough water….
– Ali Mattu
Toned liquid emulsion printed on watercolor paper.
You can purchase a copy of this image.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann’d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
– Christina Rossetti: Remember
Colonisation is not a celebration.
– Emily van der Nagel
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