October 30, 2016 § 3 Comments
After Ariadne was left behind on Naxos, she learned how to weave. Ever since loneliness is only possible to be seen when woven.
Tagged: photography, vignettes
oh but I know the loneliness only after the thing is again unwoven. for while it is woven there ist yet so much illusion of togetherness and connection.
nostalgic foto…moving. but link to instagrm is broken!
thank you for sharing your many gifts,
Thank you for the kind comment. Your observation on loneliness is quite true. Loneliness is truly the aftermath, weaving it is still the process.
You’re also right about the broken link. I see now what happened. A couple of days ago I turned my Instagram account private – there was a phase with too many spam followers, so I thought a bit more privacy wouldn’t hurt. People can still ask to follow and have a look though.
yes, you are welcome! i do understand now, about the link not working for instagram and your privacy needs. i apologies that i do not have an instagrm account und so can not follow your lovely fotos, however i applaud all that you have put there for a long time, so it will be all right for the privacy. thank you.
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