The beauty of a place is often not in any singular monument but in what is repeated: cobblestones, limestone walls, cafes, alleyways, patches of moss.
Many times what makes a place cheerful or charming are features one might simply miss the first time they go by.
Many times what makes a place cheerful or charming are features one might simply miss the first time they go by.
Everywhere contains its own secret places that do not reveal themselves without first idling with them for some time. One must go by or through several times before the place will let you see the genius of it, which will only then inspire you.
So it is with people. Their essences are not in identity" markers or clothing, but in the subtle and repeated patterns that they carry out.
You are not some outgrowth of self-applied labels, you are not one heroic or tragic act. But you are what you do every day.
You are not some outgrowth of self-applied labels, you are not one heroic or tragic act. But you are what you do every day.
This is partly why I'm so fond of documentary-style photography, and sharing the mundane. The events that are life rarely look like events. They simply are.
I think I agree: First you hear some melodies, then you really hear the songs. After a while you start to hear what the artist meant. Maybe even how the artist felt while they were creating something.
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A similar thing happens with books if you re/read several from the same author. You get a feel for early rawness. You start to realize passages where you know exactly how they felt writing it. Maybe they were giddy, or hopeless. You go from reader to sympathizing with the author.
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