"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Saturday, March 26, 2011

Soho...

Soho,
Night in Europe,
Humanity all about,
Masses of image bearers,
Meeting and not meeting.

Looking for another,
Another like them…lost and longing,
Someone to touch, to hold,
An almost desperate need for connection,

Voids to be filled,
Spaces to be explored,
Humans, raw and real,
Earthly desire mixed with created madness,

Dirt with dirt,
Dust with dust.
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