Mad dash to nowhere
For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in the world to be lost… Not til we are lost… do we begin to find ourselves.
Henry David Thoreau,
The moon likes secrets. And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations.
Charles de Lint,
Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it.
She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green only when it was scattered among ruins.