The style of things, the kind of things that we shall love in later life are fixed in that moment when the child's strong gaze selects and molds the figures of fantasy that for it are going to last.
As a sculpture is shaped by what is chiseled off from the block of stone, so too are we shaped by what we lose — by choice, with all the complexities and difficulties of letting go, or by the scythe of chance, which takes away as impartially as it gives.
6mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
