“To see the madness and yet walk a perfect silver line. … That’s what the true story-teller should be: a great guide, a clear mind, who can walk a silver line in hell or madness.” Ben Okri, Birds of Heaven
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“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” Haruki Murakami (Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman)
“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” Haruki Murakami (Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman)
Dance With Me
Dream your life, dream every day, this is magic. What is real? Jump up the world. Dance, Dance, Dance.
Dance
Dream your life, dream every day, this is magic. What is real? Jump up the world. Dance, Dance, Dance.
“The pen will never be able to move fast enough to write down every word discovered in the space of memory. Some things have been lost forever, other things will perhaps be remembered again, and still other things have been lost and found and lost again. There is no way to be sure of any […]