The Rips

pastels

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written in 1912, featured in Letters To Felice

Talking in bed ought to be easiest, Lying together there goes back so far, An emblem of two people being honest. Yet more and more time passes silently. Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest Builds and disperses clouds in the sky, And dark towns heap up on the horizon. None of this cares for us. Nothing shows why At this unique distance from isolation It becomes still more difficult to find Words at once true and kind, Or not untrue and not unkind.

by Hiroshi Sato

Oil on panel

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. -Henry David Thoreau art: Mac Baconai @Macbaconai

Sam Szafran (French, 1934-2019), Escaliers [Stairs], 1990s. Watercolour on silk, 11 3⁄8 x 4 ¼ in.

Javier Mayoral

oil on board

—Anthony Bourdain