"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

26 March 2020


Flint, The South Downs from Chichester Channel, n/d

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows. 

Gaston Bachelard

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