pyuio

[pyuio]

[pyuio]

[pyuio]

"I search for you in my dreams."

- Li Qingzhao

[pyuio]

Source details and larger version.

The most intriguing vintage masks I’ve encountered are here.

[pyuio]

The woman that loves you (you should try to do as little harm as you can to the woman that loves you)

[pyuio]

I dreamt of you last night

I dreamt of you last night – as if I was playing the piano

and you were turning the pages for me.

(Vladimir Nabokov)

[pyuio]

To be alive is to be burning

To be alive is to be missing.

[pyuio]

"Ballad About A Smoke-Filled Wagon" (Don’t separate from your dear ones...), Alexander Kochetkov (translated by metamorphesque)

[pyuio]

Memory is a strange beast, it never works the way you think it should

[pyuio]

on a foggy day

[pyuio]

A couple only have eyes for each other at a Beatles concert in Wigan, 13 October 1964

[pyuio]

Flowers in the Churchyard.

[pyuio]

Charleston, South Carolina

[pyuio]

[pyuio]

the feminine urge to delete every social media and disappear.

[pyuio]

In a telegram dated 29 April 1963, twenty-nine-year-old Afrikaans poet Ingrid Jonker thanks André Brink, a young novelist of twenty-seven, for flowers and a letter he sent her. In the more than two hundred letters that followed this telegram, one of South African literature’s most famous love affairs unfolds. Jonker’s final letter to Brink is dated 18 April 1965. She drowned herself in the ocean at Three Anchor Bay three months later.

André was in Pretoria at the time and went blind for several hours from the shock of hearing the news.

[pyuio]

Uvongo, KZN, RSA (2023)

[love is more thicker than forget]

(e.e. cummings)