Tuesday, September 20, 2011


Guanajuato, Mexico from El Pípila February 2011

Everything is so temporary, she thought, so unrooted, and any one of us can just stand up and leave. She tried to imagine the world, even just one square mile of it, from the point of view of God--the appearances and vanishing, the abandoned objects, doors left open in haste--how it must look over centuries...

The Solace of Leaving Early p. 18

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