Wednesday, April 06, 2011

The Poetics of Space

Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.

- Gaston Bachelard

I've been imagining myself in various times and places lately. I can't quite imagine what my physical home is going to feel like next month, but my emotional homes are stable enough (for once) that I'm prepared for anything. Bring on the change!

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