from palenque with love
I wonder what will be left of our great cities in years to come, when ours is the ancient. Churches and houses of parliament, galleries and perhaps the foundations of our skyscrapers. Twists of metal and plastic; my mothers’ ornamental plates, broken apart; your iphones, smashed to pieces. What new age hippies of eras to […]
show us ya fjord
I found this quote in Orlando by Virginia Woolf and it seemed like a good place to start… ´Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces. The shade of green Orlando now saw spoilt […]
