
But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?
– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon
Photography + poem + art

But when we set out to understand somebody’s inside? Is that a trip that ever ends? Is the soul a place of facts? Or are the alleged facts only the deceptive shadows of our stories?
– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon

I am still there, at that distant place in time, I never left it, but live expanded in the past, or out of it.
– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon
Ph : Leszek Paradowski

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.
– Pascal Mercier – Night Train to Lisbon
Ph : Leszek Paradowski

Journeys end in lovers meeting,
– William Shakespeare – Twelfth Night
Ph : Paul Schneggenburger

To be? Insane and sad and naked;
The ear is lying to you, and the eye shakes you;
What a century tells us the rest of us.
Than a dream come true, nothing better.
– Mihai Eminescu –

I think the most common cause of insomnia is simple; its loneliness.
– Heath Ledger –

My library is an archive of longings.
– Susan Sontag –
Ph : Bruce Weber

Music !
Melancholy food
for those who live in love.
– Julio Cortazar – Hopscotch

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning “no.”
And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.
We’re all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It’s in them all.
And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.
by Rainer Maria Rilke

Some people are your family no matter when you find them, and some people are not, even if you are laid, still wet and crumpled, in their arms.
– Amy Bloom –