Mozart’s jocular whims and freaks. “Oh!” explained the capering composer, “we can’t afford fuel, so we are dancing to keep ourselves warm!” It was a bitterly cold winter morning, and it was not long ere the worthy Deiner had fetched in a goodly store of wood.
Persona by Ingmar Bergman, an epiphany of light and shadow.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep, somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. (He laughs.) Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. (Pause.) Let us not speak well of it either. (Pause.) Let us not speak of it at all. (B.B.)1 heart
Holding pattern from Lauren O’Neill.
I’ve been fascinated by airports for as long as I can remember — there’s something about the comings + goings, the organization + operation … ultimately the systems of design at play … that’s so intriguing to me. Whether DCA, JFK, or the little municipal airport, I’ve always lived in a direct flight pattern of an airport.
Day-to-day, I glance out my window and watch planes circle about waiting to land.