I am the seasons, I think sometimes,
January, May, November;
the mud, the mist, the dawn.
I cannot be tossed about,
or float gently,
or mix with other people.
- Virginia Woolf
Photograph by Efi Logginou
Photograph by Maja Daniels
My Thoughts
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine;
My thoughts follow the exact same process.
- Virginia Woolf