(walks out into the woods at 2 am)
(shouts)
HOW DO I MOVE ON? EVEN WHEN IT WAS MY FAULT? EVEN WHEN I WAS THE ONE IN THE WRONG? EVEN WHEN I HURT SOMEONE WITHOUT CAUSE OR EXCUSE OR EXPLANATION? WHEN I HAVE NO RECOURSE TO SEEK FORGIVENESS AND WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT TO NEVER FORGIVE ME, SO THE ONLY THING THERE IS LEFT TO DO IS TO MOVE ON AND AND DO BETTER OR DIE. AND I AM NOT DYING?
(silence)
(hears a bullfrog croak)
(that's nice at least, I do like bullfrogs)
Gwen John (Welsh, 1876 - 1939): Self-portrait (1902) (via Tate)
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“In the library“
Józef Rapacki (Polish;1871-1929)
oil on canvas
National Museum, Warsaw
maybe if you bundled yourself up and went for a walk out in the cold then came back inside with rosy cheeks and cool skin and warmed yourself up with a nice warm cup of herbal tea with honey maybe then you’d calm down
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W.H. Auden, from "Funeral Blues"
Moira Smiley, from "Donal Og"
You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins
Am I really so bad? Am I really so frightening? You've talked to me. You've confided in me. Have I tried to hurt you? It isn't me you're afraid of. What you're afraid of is the unknown.
ROBERT REDFORD as MR. DEATH The Twilight Zone — 3.16 "Nothing in the Dark"