When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair or the future of the human race.
Found here
My new bicycle here
Every person takes the limits of their own field of vision for the limits of the world.
A Clear Midnight This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from…
Immigrant November ’63: eight months in London. I pause on the low bridge to watch the pelicans: they float…