Take the longing in these restless eyes and feed it to lonely swallows cruising an autumn cornfield

A lebanese civil war fighter holding a cat, 1988

Therein lies the tragedy of degradation. Its is irreparable, not because the self which it destroys is precious, for the self is made to be destroyed, but because it prevents God from effecting the destruction himself and robs eternalizing love of its prey.

— Gustave Thibon

Listvyanka, Lake Baikal (1964)

Bandit Country’, Crossmaglen, South Armagh, 1985, by Kaveh Kazemi

After midnight begins the intoxication of pernicious truths

“Death of King Arthur. A hand from the lake takes his sword. ” Thumbnail from the Death of Arthur manuscript, Saint-Omer's 1316