"She felt somehow very like him—the young man who had killed himself. She felt glad that he had done it; thrown it away. The clock was striking. The leaden circles dissolved in the air. He made her feel the beauty; made her feel the fun. But she must go back. She must assemble." - Virginia Woolf
Saturday, October 15, 2011
That which is both terrible and wonderful
sublime
my sublime is an ocean
the water the salt
intermingle in captivating
capsizing songs woolf the siren
there i will walk
into the beautiful
into the terrible
sinking in sublime
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