Travel is the only context in which some people ever look around. If we spent...– . Lucy R. Lippard (On the Beaten Track: Tourism, Art, and Place)
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.– Rumi (via slychedelic)
I'm continuously amazed by all of the incredible... →
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We must listen to poets.– Gaston Bachelard (The Poetics of Space)