•
Oh! you understand
that if I consent
to live — to seem
to forget you —
it is to
feed my pain
— and so that this apparent
forgetfulness
can spring forth more
horribly in tears, at
…
some random
moment, in
the middle of this
life, when you
appear to me.
•
from A Tomb For Anatole, Stéphane Mallarmé
“Let’s go.”
“We can’t.”
“Why not ?”
“We’re waiting for Godot.”
•
Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
Here are some shots I’ve taken during a trip to Dubrovnik a while ago. This time it’s the windows and clean sheets – I guess.
Though it was a short trip for a couple of hours only, I had the chance to shoot a lot. So get ready for more!
