I always wonder how can we truly understand or interpret life and feelings and fears when we are always stucked in our own perspective about things…. And if all we can think about are merely interpretations, we can think about everything as a matter of perspective. Everyone can choose wich perspective you should follow. This kind of thought kind f scares me as much as how we are just victims of our own thoughts because we don’t really know where does everything comes from… Almost like feelings, and how we can’t really fully comprehend those things. I don’t know… life is bizarre.
3/365 (by Emily Boyer Photography)
Oskar Schuster - Les Matins
If beauty was a note, this would be it.
Félix Thiollier (1842-1914)
Paysage avec figure, Forez, Loire, circa 1880-1882
(© Musée d’Orsay)
Winter Landscape with Cottages, 1872, oil on canvas by Vasiliy Yefimovich Ekgorst, Russian, 1831-1901.
Two figures in the distance are almost lost in this wide expanse of land and sky of the Russian winter.
Edgar Allan Poe, “A Dream Within a Dream” +