You know your problem? You take too many things for granted. Take this Labyrinth: even if you get to the center, you’ll never get out again.
x Labyrinth; x Exit Deer
Memory is a muse, after all, a girl with a vital life of her own.
But it is difficult to keep the thoughts together in everything; one little mistake upsets all our arrangements.
x Han Christian Anderson; x Andrei Graph
Before art can be human it must learn to be brutal.
You cannot use someone else’s fire. you can only use your own. And in order to do that, you must first be willing to believe that you have it.
x Audre Lorde; x Thomas Darnell
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky. We fell them down and turn them into paper that we may record our emptiness.