The night is false, sometimes the night is.
Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.
We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.
“Perhaps there are certain ages which do not need truth as much as they need a deepening of the sense of reality, a widening of the imagination.”
Susan Sontag
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