bicycles. buildings. blur.
my heart is breaking for the people of paris,
for all the souls from across the centuries who weep tonight,
for our great loss.
it may seem odd to post an image like this in such a time,
but there is beauty in the smallest things,
even the things we do not care for so much ...
the jumbled-upness of living,
the daily chaos,
the certainty that nothing is eternal,
no matter how much we want it to be.