A flawed love
It is a flawed love that loves the flaw.
Labels: thought
There's this thing called civilization. It's built of hopes and dreams. It's only an idea. It's not real. It's artificial. No one ever said it was real. It's not natural. No one ever said it was natural. It's built by the learning process; by trial and error. It breaks easily. No one said it couldn't fall to bits. And no one ever said it would last forever.
—Graham Swift
—Graham Swift
Wednesday, April 17, 2024
