₩ a n d e r :: ℒust

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.
- Isabelle Eberardt

: Est assez l'amour ? :

Ah me! why may not love and life be one? -Henry Timrod

Missä se on ...

... or rather where I'm at.

Summer Travels...

'In any field, find the strangest thing and then explore it.'

-John Archibald Wheeler

Back To Reality...

... I have to tell myself at this point what I loved in this man: his boundless energy and curiosity; his ability to appreciate small mundane urban things, like gratings, corners, cast-off objects; a kind of stolid determination and ingenuity in exploring unfamiliar terrain, both artistic and theoretical, his melancholy face, his sensitivity. Does one have to articulate such thoughts or do they become apparent in everyday interaction, through gesture and look? Did I assume too much or was he simply not receptive? Was I really so parsimonious with look, gesture, and word? ---------