from Dino Buzatti’s Poema a Fumetti (Orfi aux enfers; Poem Strip)

A thousand pages of notes, thoughts, phone numbers, ideas, dates, dreams.

Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker.

— Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Ken Currie - The Troubled City

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years. People grow old by deserting their ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up wrinkles the soul.

— Douglas MacArthur

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