Overcast in Manhattan
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
— William Shakespeare, “Macbeth” (Taken with instagram)
Summer ends
“It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self — never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold …”
— George Eliot, “Middlemarch”
Mamihlapinatapei
http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/20-awesomely-untranslatable-words-from-around-the-world/
Chapter One: He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved…. New York was his town and it always would be.
“Manhattan”
For the week’s end: 24601 and redemption
http://youtu.be/s-0MS72uHSQ
Moon over Queens
Friday daydream
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