I left on a quest for serenity. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2tEUjwe

The light music of whisky falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2KgcHG5

Pride and hope and desire like crushed herbs in my heart sent up vapours of maddening incense before the eyes of my mind. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2lp7UE6

Spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2I64U8M

Absence, the highest form of presence. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2JOklrX

One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2K40sMG

I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2JMosEL

When I was a boy I first learned how much better water tastes when it has set a while in a cedar bucket. Warmish-cool, with a faint taste like the hot July wind in cedar trees smells. It would be black, the shelf black, the still surface of the water a round orifice in nothingness, where before I stirred it awake. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2JQaGQW

Some days in late June at home are like this, the air thin and eager like this, with something in it sad and nostalgic and familiar. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2sSxPsc

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2LGpWNk