The fallen blossom,
rising back up to its branch,
is a butterfly.
Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.
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New York City, April 23, 1969
From On Reading
“…the kid lounging, relaxed and immersed in his book while the other students look like they’d be anywhere else – my hero.”
André Kertész, Newtown, Connecticut, October 17, 1959
“Perhaps the strangest thing about the human condition is how one has to distance oneself from humanity in order to understand and appreciate it. The activity of reading can be emblematic of this distancing when it does not serve as its catalyst.”