too many

i suppose the faithful few readers of this place might read any amount of prose i could put here, but on days like today there are so many things to say and really nowhere to begin. it's a mix of amazing things and devastating things --- not all light but not all darkness, either. so welcome to the afternoon of my soul, as the light filters through the trees and falls into shadow. there is light and darkness both, and it is a fleeting and indescribable beauty.


so in the place of many words, many tears, and much else:

[ by tanushri shukla, via pecannoot ]

words from the artist:

so you see a jumble of things, who knows if they're good or bad,
but they're certainly all consuming. and [the] little asterisk
constantly reminds you, hey, don't let this bury you,
it too shall pass.