Walked today the long corridors of the streets with their yellow, leafy ceilings, stepped into the warm rooms of this house of autumn, that we never want to leave, never, not even to see the luminous, sunbathed castles of spring. If we can just stay here, forever, on the verge of this last homecoming, becoming, in which the long Fall, in its beauty, finally begins to make sense.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Being-In-Itself
Walked today the long corridors of the streets with their yellow, leafy ceilings, stepped into the warm rooms of this house of autumn, that we never want to leave, never, not even to see the luminous, sunbathed castles of spring. If we can just stay here, forever, on the verge of this last homecoming, becoming, in which the long Fall, in its beauty, finally begins to make sense.
