The tune in my head
The people are on fire

The poetry of hands, 45

Hennahands"There exists in the world a single path along which no one can go except you: whither does it lead? Do not ask, go along it" (Nietzsche) / Oct. 2011

“...everything bears witness to what we are, our friendships and enmities, our glance and clasp of our hand, our memory and that which we do not remember, our books and our handwriting.”

~ an excerpt from Friedrich Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations


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