These fragments I have shored against my ruins. -T.S. Eliot

These fragments I have shored against my ruins.  -T.S. Eliot
Showing posts with label January. Show all posts
Showing posts with label January. Show all posts

Monday, January 2, 2012

January


















January: it was the most beautiful of words, she’d always felt, evoking leafless trees, eared grebes, and regret.


(Text: mostly mine, with a nod to Alexander Theroux)
Photo: Dennis Hopper, Billboard, Los Angeles