Pic of the day: Twilight Hill at Meguro in the Eastern Capital, by Hiroshige Utagawa
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard. It steels itself to attain the absolute and authority; it wants to transfigure the world before having exhausted it, to set it to rights before having understood it. Whatever it may say, our era is deserting this world.
Nothing today really. Tired after long run and bad news from my job and lack of sleep. So I hope you don’t mind me just mailing it in tonight.
That’s it from here, America. G’night.