'we spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. we move along the surface of things... but there are times when we stop. we sit still. we lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. we listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.'
sometimes when i'm walking about in strange places -
down streets in towns i am not so familiar with -
i sort of feel like the woman in this image.
'we cloak ourselves in cold indifference to the unnecessary suffering of others - even when we cause it.'
[quotes - jim carroll ]