Thursday, 1 January 2015


'For, if we think of this existence of the individual as a room—be it large or small—it is evident that most people only get to know a corner of their room, a corner by the window, a strip on which they walk up or down. In this way they have a certain security: yet far more human is that perilous insecurity which drives the prisoners in Poe's stories to take hold of the shapes of their fearful prison and not to be strangers unfamiliar with the unspeakable horrors of their sojourn there. But we are not prisoners, no traps or snares are set around us and there is nothing that should frighten us or torment us.'
Rainer Maria Rilke, 'Letters To A Young Poet'

And so,
As I start to disappear,

There'll be no more words,

Just pictures...

1 comment:

  1. But words are worth so, so much more than pictures. To be able to captivate and inspire with words is a gift that should not be squandered.