"Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens lolloping away on the green sea waves, or are dashed in his face like bunches of roses, or rise to the surface like pale faces which fishermen flounder through floods to embrace."
-Virginia Woolf
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
things
i wonder if when you figure out you've been doing it wrong all along
and you figure that out
if the universe starts to fall into place a little
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