The shadow-past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst. A biography of longing. It steers us like magnetism, a spirit torque. This is how one becomes undone by a smell, a word, a place, the photo of a mountain of shoes. By love that closes its mouth before calling a name.

Hold a book in your hand and you're a pilgrim at the gates of a new city.

Important lessons: look carefully; record what you see. Find a way to make beauty necessary; find a way to make necessity beautiful.

The shadow past is shaped by everything that never happened. Invisible, it melts the present like rain through karst.

History is the gradual instant

It is not a person’s depth you must discover, but their ascent. Find their path from depth to ascent.

Any given moment - no matter how casual, how ordinary - is poised, full of gaping life.