22 Followers
The progress of rivers to the ocean is not so rapid as that of man to error.
Dense City Towers at Night (Warm & Gold) Gold poured down the sides of towers and nobody called it excess — they called it evening. Every lit window here is a small declaration that someone, somewhere inside, is still at it. This image doesn't show a city at rest; it shows a city that has forgotten how.
We never live; we are always in the expectation of living.
In the case of news, we should always wait for the sacrament of confirmation.