a form of storytelling I keep coming back to if done well.
The poignant ending reminds me of this Mary Oliver poem:
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall—
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.”
and this Virginia Woolf quote I heard in this interview Debbie Millman and Ben Schott:
“light and evanescent but held together by bolts of iron.” [Design] must be, on the surface, like a butterfly’s wing — but underneath it must be clamped together with bolts of iron…
poem from A Thousand Mornings
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