by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Thursday, April 30, 2015
lunch at dean and deluca
chanda and i ate lunch at dean and deluca this afternoon after her duncan dance rehearsal at DANY studios on 39th street (where i face-timed with morgana on the couch while waiting for rehearsal to end).
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