We Adore Chaos Because We Love To Produce Order. - M.C. Escher

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There’s nothing. There was nothing, either. Because… nothing. And the streets go on and there’s nothing everywhere where there should be everything. There, where could have been everything, there’s only frozen bronze, cold statues staring above your head into the distance, staring at the same brick walls, ignorant at the passersbys. Not that these would notice, busy lives among other busy lives, transparent bubbles of hard business incessantly rolling on cobblestones… The only beams of warmth are looking down from Copenhagen’s copper rooftops, evening rays of a weak sun checking back on us for a last gaze before taking off for the day, in a last effort to charge some smooth chocolate into your dark bitterness of Gl Carlsberg Porter. An imperial stout with a last hint to the sweetness of bygone days…

like a little lost sputnik 

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-Secret history by Donna Tartt

Bambi (1942) – Little April Shower

This poorly-designed too-high-for-kids dumbass garden was my favourite space and now it looks like it's made of play-doh.

Change is constant but so is sunlight.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

-Sonnet XVII, Shakespeare