We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
Rainer Maria RilkeSo this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.
Rainer Maria RilkeWe make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
Rainer Maria RilkeSo this is where people come to live; I would have thought it is a city to die in.
Rainer Maria Rilke