You will face yourself again in a moment of terror and will learn once again that old lesson you keep forgetting: that you can escape from anywhere, but you cannot flee your own self.

– Mihail Sebastian – For Two Thousand Years

Ph : Katerina Plotnikova

… surrounded by soft leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.

– Michael Montoure – Slices

Ph : Katerina Plotnikova