she feels like the imaginary self.
she reminds me of you, dearest d, and your
collection of jackets.
when thinking of losing beauty and getting older, something else, something more exciting, emerges:
“[it] is something impressive, it sums up his life: maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves.
A man’s age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wartime Writings 1939-1944
(photos: tea and cactus)