(no subject)
’each morning the day lies like a fresh shirt on our bed;
this incomparably fine,
incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly.
the happiness of the next twenty-four hours
depends on our ability,
on waking, to pick it up.’
walter benjamin
this incomparably fine,
incomparably tightly woven tissue of pure prediction fits us perfectly.
the happiness of the next twenty-four hours
depends on our ability,
on waking, to pick it up.’
walter benjamin