Archive for February 17th, 2009
post 2.14
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
~anais nin
(film stills: medea, lars von tier)
Gallus gallus
“…it seems inevitable that one is a loner being born an artist, an outsider, and it can be, and is a very rough ride at times – but then I love wild horses!”
Vali Myers , 1997
