zora neale hurston IS one of my favorite writers. and i find myself time & time again coming back to this passage.
Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing, until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. They then act and do things accordingly.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
these were captured during my stay in the dirty apple.
i am beginning to notice my fascination with words.
an involuntary vision occurring while awake?
a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake?
either way, don't ignore 'em.
i shoot 'em.