"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, October 24, 2015

Walking Along The Seine





They stopped walking.
He held her hands.
Standing in front of her.
Looking at her for a long time.
She asked, “why are just standing looking at me?”
He said, “I don’t want to forget this moment – it will never be here again.”
She smiled and her eyes laughed.
He said, “stand still, I am going to take your picture with my eyes”
She looked at him like he was crazy and maybe he was a little but that didn’t matter to her. The sun lit up her face like a flash on a Polaroid camera.
He said, “got it. I have a photo of you that can’t be erased.”
Then they continued walking along the Seine.


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