“Behind the cotton wool is a hidden pattern... the whole world is a work of art... there is no Shakespeare.... no Beethoven ... no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.”
Virginia Woolf
Market flowers on a rainy afternoon.
“Behind the cotton wool is a hidden pattern... the whole world is a work of art... there is no Shakespeare.... no Beethoven ... no God; we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.”
Virginia Woolf
Market flowers on a rainy afternoon.