the moving lip

A ruin is an accidental aesthetic object. If it becomes beautiful, this was certainly not the intention. A ruin is not constructed or maintained. The tendency of a ruin is to crumble down into a heap. The most beautiful parts remain standing despite their wear. The memory of you is what stays up, your body what subsides. Your ghost remains upright in my memory, while your skeleton is in the earth.

Every day you have to abandon your past or accept it, and then, if you cannot accept it, you become a sculptor.

Remember the thin air of our earthly winters.

The dead only know the language of flowers;