Struck by the abstract nature of absence; yet it’s so painful, lacerating. Which allows me to understand abstraction somewhat better: it is absence and pain, the pain of absence - perhaps therefore love?
Mourning Dairy, Roland Barthes
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But we cannot know how painful is pain, right? My goodness, my money and camera was stolen~! What a painful lesson in Dublin!! (-~-)
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But we cannot know how painful is pain, right?
My goodness, my money and camera was stolen~!
What a painful lesson in Dublin!! (-~-)
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