From Virginia Woolf’s “Street Haunting”


(symbolic self-portrait and personal-process pillow¬†on chesterfield in living room bought at Calgary’s Glenbow art gallery)

“Is the true self this which stands on the pavement in January, or that which bends over the balcony in June? Am I here, or am I there? Or is the true self neither this nor that, neither here nor there, but something so varied and wandering that it is only when we give rein to its wishes and let it take its way unimpeded that we are indeed ourselves?”

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