Spring
Spring is here, morphing soon into summer, with its light, its white sun, its warmth (soon: heat and extreme humidity)...
It was quite a winter, in many ways, but the tunnel ran to its end and now rebirth and summer hibernation in the oppressive, blinding heat are coming.
It will be a long summer again, maybe, but it is time for it. Fatalistic and yet there is some freedom in accepting one's fate...
It was quite a winter, in many ways, but the tunnel ran to its end and now rebirth and summer hibernation in the oppressive, blinding heat are coming.
It will be a long summer again, maybe, but it is time for it. Fatalistic and yet there is some freedom in accepting one's fate...
posted by kingba at 7:34 AM
3 Comments:
Baudelaire in there?
Nein, Camus maybe, but no thought of Baudy who was all about the city
I meant the freedom in acceptance thing. Stricter the form etc etc
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