foresity: burning skies || Dennis Fischer San Quirico Siena Tuscany
The lovers part. The sea hammers the shore, the mark each wave leaves wiped out by the wave that follows. Never accumulation, never one wave trying to build on another, never the promise of shelter— The sea doesn’t change as the earth changes; it doesn’t lie. You ask the sea, what can you promise me and it speaks the truth; it says erasure. — Louise Glück, from “March,” A Village Life (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2009)
Traurig. Die heutigen Frauen sind in den falschen Händen.