‘But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven by warp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for every calm. There is no steady, unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed graduations, and at the last one pause…’
Thursday, April 20, 2017
Joanna Walsh, Seed
'I saw it in a painting once the animals fleeing all with human faces the woods on fire'
