He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And…he’s wonderful.
-Do you think you’re staying here tonight?
-…I was hoping to. Is Jim around?
The White Flag of the French Monarchy Transforms into the Tricolore as a Result of the July Revolution - Léon Cogniet (1830)
i thought maybe if i just wandered about a bit, i might bump into her again.
Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn’t think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don’t believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I’ll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed.
Yours eternally, R.F.
Vampire Weekend for Standard Magazine, ph. Linus Ricard
“Orpheus Leading Eurydice from the Underworld”, Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, 1861.
I want this hair. all of it.