July 1st, 2005
floating about


“I don’t think I am ever bored. I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say ‘This is it’? What is it? And shall I die before I can find it? Then I see mountains in the sky: the great clouds, and the moon which is risen over Persia; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is ‘it’ -A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too. Who am I, what am I, and so on; these questions are always floating about in me.” ~Virginia Woolf from her 1926 diary

Jul 1 2005
1:25 pm
keri Smith writes:

a friend of mine lived in Morroco for a time and sent me this postcard of spices being sold at a market. they look so good you can almost smell them.
it is a dream of mine to buy spices sold at a place like this oneday.

Jul 1 2005
1:25 pm
keri Smith writes:

a friend of mine lived in Morroco for a time and sent me this postcard of spices being sold at a market. they look so good you can almost smell them.
it is a dream of mine to buy spices sold at a place like this oneday.


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