Hiding their delicate bloom in heart-shaped leaves, they lift their seemingly shy heads from the forest floor, understated harbingers of spring after winter, life after death. Some, dressed in white, speak of beauty and purity both. Others, in stains of purple, pause the viewer’s soul at the edges of mourning, whispering since the days of antiquity … More Beautiful Strength
“We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you’re dying. You’re saying: Leave me alone; I don’t mind this little rathole. It’s warm and dry. Really, it’s fine. When nothing new can get in, that’s death. When oxygen can’t … More “If we stay where we are, where we’re stuck, where we’re comfortable and safe, we die there.