MARIA. Barcelona. 22. Nursery.
"Ah, Alice, we can’t go home again. No surprise, really. Only a very few find the way; and most of them don’t recognize it when they do. Delusions, too, die hard. Only the savage regard the endurance of pain as the measure of worth. Forgetting pain is convenient. Remembering it, agonizing. But recovering the truth is worth the suffering. And our Wonderland, though damaged, is safe in memory... for now."
Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
Botticelli’s Venus as part of a slide show on buildings during the Festival of Lights in Lyon, France.