Derelict Village (1960)



Time, again

Now, at last I’m beginning to move to places I haven’t been for some time. I have changed.

Thanks to many people.

When you look

Hope is definitely not the same thing as optimism. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense, regardless of how it turns out.

~ Vaclav Havel



If you give up today,
in five or ten years, reality will find you, and introduce you to someone who became who you could have become.

But you didn’t become that person because you lacked the courage to be seen trying and failing before you achieved a modicum of success.


The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving.

Sylvia Plath, Blackberrying