![“I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.”
-Gustave Flaubert
“I belong to the forest and to solitude.”
-Knut Hamsun, Pan
“We say ‘forest’ but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.”
-Witold Gombrowicz
[Image: Claude Cahun]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/3bd6dd9dfc2f426fcf4183302370eaa0/tumblr_mh7xvdvlwR1qac37io1_500.jpg)
“I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.”
-Gustave Flaubert
“I belong to the forest and to solitude.”
-Knut Hamsun, Pan
“We say ‘forest’ but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.”
-Witold Gombrowicz
[Image: Claude Cahun]
