She's The Last of The English Roses: Where the winds sigh.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Where the winds sigh.

J.M.W. Turner

2 comments:

Laia Chic said...: tuner O:O the first impresionist by my opinion; January 6, 2010 at 10:58 AM
Flora said...: i love the way these drag you in and make you get lost in the movement like a tornado. they're beautiful.; January 6, 2010 at 1:08 PM

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"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.