Eureka!

Suddenly the dying man raised himself on his elbows; his glance seemed like lightning to his terror-stricken children, the hair that fringed his temples rose, every wrinkle in his face quivered with excitement, a breath of inspiration passed over his face and made it sublime. He raised a hand, clenched in frenzy, with the cry…

Afternoon Tea

After a wearisome phase, one of the most reassuring diversions is to flatter oneself with a tea party. Faithful to this whim (and trying not to think about the antagonistic summer outside), I planned one on my own (improvised invitation and all). So I pictured myself inside a Caspar David Friedrich landscape (as seen above) to indulge in my…