And yet you were not freer from the chain of things, nor your diamond body safer from misfortune than your body of flesh and filth. Perhaps, unhappy woman, dishonored traveler of every road, you are about to attain that which has no shape.
Desire has taught you the emptiness of desire; regret has shown you the uselessness of regret. Be patient, Error of which we are all a part, Imperfect creature thanks to whom perfection becomes aware of itself, O Lust which is not necessarily immortal…
— Fragment from Marguerite Yourcenar’s “Kali Beheaded”
San Francisco is the place where most people were last seen.
— Ambrose Bierce
Photo Collage with Drawing
Sea friends I got to walk with and pet.
Do not tread upon my spiritual corns.
— Edvard Munch, 30 February, 1931