Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
-Ezra Pound
as I was taking this, I was thinking "how would Michele frame this?". I was waiting for people to walk into the squares, but they didn't quite go where I wanted - there was a security guard I was hoping to get in there but he stayed in the corner eating his lunch :)
2 comments:
i love what you've done here! the peeks of people and the disorienting space. enjoy your travels.
as I was taking this, I was thinking "how would Michele frame this?". I was waiting for people to walk into the squares, but they didn't quite go where I wanted - there was a security guard I was hoping to get in there but he stayed in the corner eating his lunch :)
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