Quiet Words. Loud Thoughts.
36 “Dirty Little Secret”
Then I wonder why on earth would anyone ever stand in the world as if standing in the cornucopic middle of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon but inside a tiny white-painted shell rectangle about the size of a single car park, refusing to come out of it, and all round her or him the whole world, beautiful, various, waiting?
Girl Meets Boy by Ali Smith
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance”
— e.e. cummings