The thing is, someday the sun is going to die and everything on Earth will freeze. This will happen. Even if we end global warming and clean up our radiation. The complete works of William Shakespeare, Monet’s lilies, all of Hemingway, all of Milton, all of Keats, our music libraries, our library libraries, our galleries, our poetry, our letters, our names etched in desks. I used to think printing things made them permanent, but that seems so silly now. Everything will be destroyed no matter how hard we work to create it. The idea terrifies me. I want tiny permanents. I want gigantic permanents! I want what I think and who I am captured in an anthology of indulgence I can comfortingly tuck into a shelf in some labyrinthine library.
Boston - Massachussetts - USA (von Aleks Ivic)
"Summer is Incumen In" (also known as "Summer Has Come In") (1902) (detail) by Herbert Arnould Olivier (1861-1952).
Many Happy Returns
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si_ku ／ 2014.7.20 ／ 538×450mm
François-Hubert Drouais, Portrait of an Elegant Lady (Detail), 18th Century