What passes relentlessly through the years is blood, and time; all the bitterness or warmth along the way is almost incidental. Even blood gets forgotten eventually, bleached into myth which are bleached of all colour into ashes of myth.
I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and… - Luke Davies
I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and…
- Luke Davies
And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows. - Luke Davies
And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.
It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of t… - Luke Davies
It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of t…
From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin para… - Luke Davies
From time to time it has struck me that as a writer, I've somehow managed to live my life as I had long ago dreamt of doing, based on the Tintin para…
If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know. - Luke Davies
If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.
The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift. - Luke Davies
The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.
Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it. - Luke Davies
Comfort is beauty muted by heroin. Sadness is beauty drained by lack of it.
Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy,… - Luke Davies
Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy,…
Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-maki… - Luke Davies
Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-maki…
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