Barry Lyndon (1975)

A beautiful person who deserved better. Her father, an entomologist who wrote a book about bumblebees, died when she was eight. “Plath commented in "Ocean 1212-W", one of her final works, that her first nine years "sealed themselves off like a ship in a bottle—beautiful,

Cobéa & Laurier rose Vignettes Deberny & Peignot Co., Paris, France. Circa 1886

In the realm of human affairs, everything you might profit by has already been written, hiding in plain sight. As always, the constraint is your willingness to accommodate yourself to reality... to be receptive to the accumulated wisdom of the ages.

Glad to see this painting in person so that I could join the image. We are him, the man in the top hat, across time. We are simultaneously the modern viewer, the man in the mirror, and the object of the barmaid’s gaze. The barmaid, a real woman named Suzon who worked at the

We are all alone. This solitude is most acute when surrounded by people.

It is better to be pretentious than basic. There is something repellent about the person lacking in taste, insensible to shades of things. Minds that see in primary colors. It's as if they have hands like everyone else but their fingers are amputated into little clubs that can