A Way of Looking at Enchantment
i. It’s not the poetic entrance I envisioned through which I enter the land of enchantment. I find myself trust into a scene where I have to step outside of my ...
i. It’s not the poetic entrance I envisioned through which I enter the land of enchantment. I find myself trust into a scene where I have to step outside of my ...
i. It’s a sweltering day and Danube, striding from east to west, cannot contain the heat. I climb the hill to see for myself this beautiful contradiction they s...
i. When I step outside in the early morning, I experience a strong sense of familiarity. It’s not déjà vu, but an involuntary memory triggered by the sight of m...