‘I feel like a ghost wandering in a world grown alien. I cannot cast out the old way of writing and I cannot acquire the new. I have made an intense effort to feel the musical manner of today, but it will not come to me.’
Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature. An exquisite, detailed metallic render of a three leaves in their last shape before falling. If only humans could die like the autumn leaves, with a splash of beauty and the promise of another season.
