Lameesh

“Every rose opens into a layering of itself, a dense-packed grandeur that holds
until it spills. On days that are still I can trace, if I want, exactly where I’ve been
just by doubling back on myself and following the trail I’ve left.
But I prefer the windy days, the days that strip me back, blasted, tossed, who
knows where, imagine them, purple-red, silver-pink, natural confetti, thin,
fragile, easily crushed and blackened, fading already wherever the air’s taken
them across the city, the car parks, the streets, the ragged grass verges, dog-ear
and adrift on the surfaces of the puddles, flat to the gutter stones, mixing with
the litter, their shards of colour circling in the leaf-grimy corners of yards.”
― Ali Smith, Public Library and Other Stories

“Individualism as such, as the isolated action of a person alone in a social environment, must disappear in Cuba. Individualism tomorrow should be the proper utilization of the whole individual, to the absolute benefit of the community.”
― Ernesto Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries: Notes on a Latin American Journey

“Last night — it's hard to explain to you — last night I dreamed that I was dreaming. Could it be like that after death? the dream of a dream of a dream of a dream.”
― Clarice Lispector, Água Viva