I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
What a beautiful series to explore both rage and beauty while gasping at the northern autumn. I long to see with my own eyes what I only read and experienced about autumn through your lyrical epiphanies 🍁
What beautiful images. I'm tired of complaining about all of it and just want to enjoy the world too. If you solve this:
"I have a hard time finding a way to channel my rage other than…write, rant, and try to think of how to live a life without going mad from running into what seems a perpetual brick wall."
To be on the way
What a beautiful series to explore both rage and beauty while gasping at the northern autumn. I long to see with my own eyes what I only read and experienced about autumn through your lyrical epiphanies 🍁
Thank you Freya, I loved this post and I will be there for the other side of the coin tomorrow. I was moved to write about your post here: https://annakime.com/2022/10/10/recommending-the-ariadne-archive/ I hope that’s ok.
What beautiful images. I'm tired of complaining about all of it and just want to enjoy the world too. If you solve this:
"I have a hard time finding a way to channel my rage other than…write, rant, and try to think of how to live a life without going mad from running into what seems a perpetual brick wall."
... please let me know!