“Thou Still Unravished Bride Of Quietness”


Skiptracing through this maze of individuated fallacy, we chase the runner down, the dreams guide us through till we face that end. As the face slowly turns to see itself again, what stares straight back through. What tears may fall, this is how the rains begin, how the snows melt, how the mountains will rise till tall. This is how the world sings itself into existence. Letting go, is just so, so it all may continue to grow.

– Josh Fleming, Title by: John Keats

Image by: Grgory Thielker



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