When two strangers are asked to talk and maintain eye contact for a while, it can make them fall in love.
Part of accepting the future is acknowledging that some things must be forgotten, and it’s always an insult because it’s always the things you love.
I am not in the habit of talking while travelling, so that conversation between us was restricted to the exchange of a few phrases. But as we were crossing the Pontine marshes, I noticed on the edge of a canal a shepherd whose flock was passing into a meadow all studded with flowers, and beyond which the sear and Cape Circe were visible. ‘What a charming picture!’ said I to my travelling companion. ‘This shepherd, these sheep, the meadow, the sea!’ ‘Those sheep are filthy’, he answered…’
Panel from One Thousand and One Nights by Venetian artist Vittorio Zecchin, 1914.
I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life
Most of our childhood is stored not in photos, but in certain biscuits, lights of day, smells, textures of carpet.