A bit more muted. More like… sunset.
You know, when people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is. — Sherwood Smith, Beauty
Bavaria, Germany
Singapore, sunset
Venice in September
The future will erase everything—there’s no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible. — John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
That’s how you get deathless, volchitsa. Walk the same tale over and over, until you wear a groove in the world, until even if you vanished, the tale would keep turning, keep playing, like a phonograph, and you’d have to get up again, even with a bullet through your eye, to play your part and say your lines. — Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless
How’s anyone ever going to come up with a book or a painting or a symphony or a sculpture that can compete with a great city? You can’t because you, like, look around, every street, every boulevard is its own special art form. — Woody Allen, Midnight in Paris
The lamp posts on Piazza San Marco, Venice.
Crossing a bridge on the island of Murano, Venice.