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Pairs of images made at every lock passed on the grand union canal heading south from Berkhamsted

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"... and from each issued the faint phosphoric radiance of decay"

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Edgar Allan Poe
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The shadow escapes from the body like an animal we had been sheltering.



​Deleuze

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An exposure every 10 minutes along the course of a river / 480 minutes / 48 exposures


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What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing.


​Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966

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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.

If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning.


​Hermann Hesse, Wandering, 1920


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Monotony has nothing to do with a place;

​monotony, either in its sensation or its infliction, is simply the quality of a person.

There are no dreary sights; there are only dreary sight seers.


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G. K. Chesterton, Alarms and Discursions, 1911




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It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.



Publius Ovidius Naso, The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters, AD13

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Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it,

​we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.



Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes, 1962