“For now when she was with him she could think. And for now is time too.”[1]

[1] Clarice Lispector, Near to the Wild Heart, trans. Alison Entrekin, p.160. Been reading and rereading this slowly, and came across these lines last night. Maybe I’ll make this a thing and pin quotes to my photos, whatever I’m feeling, whether they “fit” or not, I don’t know. I’ll probably change my mind with 012 and come back to delete this. For now, here ’tis.