Einmal Ist Keinmal

“I hope the exit is joyful and hope never to return.” — Frida Kahlo, last diary entry 

A rewarding sight. ig: laurenllaughlin

Sightseers overlook Niagara Falls, 1957

American Beauty (1999) dir. Sam Mendes

Lillian Bassman, Southwest Passage-Sunset Pink, 1951

The birds and I are leaving town

Henri Matisse , The red studio Year 1911 Museum of modern art ( New York )

This is how it always ends. With death. But first there was life, hidden beneath the blah, blah, blah… It’s all settled beneath the chitter chatter and the noise, silence and sentiment, emotion and fear. The haggard, inconstant flashes of beauty. And then the wretched squalor and miserable humanity. All buried under the cover of the embarrassment of being in the world, blah, blah, blah… Beyond there is what lies beyond. And I don’t deal with what lies beyond. Therefore… let this novel begin. After all… it’s just a trick. Yes, it’s just a trick.