Nearly asleep. Dusk. In bed, with a book. I find myself flashing back to 1991 - a summer’s day, reading The Wizard of Oz on the old sofa. It had been dragged into the hallway. My parents were painting walls, or maybe cleaning carpets.
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Western Wind
Westron wind, when will thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.
Giovanni in the corner at the Serge Gainsbourg cafe, April 2012.
Francis Alÿs
The Nightwatch
Surveillance cameras observe a fox exploring the Tudor and Georgian rooms of the National Portrait Gallery at night.
This is awesome.
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H. non-scripta, May 2012.
This might be my favorite photograph.