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