“It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together”
The Virgin Suicides

C’è stato un periodo in cui tutto pareva immobile nella sua perfezione, come se il tempo non fosse in movimento ma fissato sulla cartolina di un’estate felice.

Write it just for me, yeah
And sign it with a kiss

Kate Bush_Song of Solomon

All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event — in the living act, the undoubted deed — there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask

Melville

“To see something spectacular and recognise it as a photographic possibility is not making a very big leap. But to see something ordinary, something you’d see every day, and recognize it as a photographic possibility – that is what I am interested in.” Stephen Shore

“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before” E.A.Poe

“Sapere che soffriva mi addolorò. E’ così che ti incastra l’amore. Non riuscivo a non amarlo, nè a tenere alla larga il desiderio di prendermi cura di lui; d’altro canto non ero tenuta ad affannarmi per rispondere alle sue lettere. Soffrivo anch’io e nessuno si stava affannando per me”

Una moglie a Parigi_Paula McLain

the prime task of boundaries is to divide