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Italy post n. one
I haven't found God in Vatican, but at least I found The Hot Priests calendar and bought it.
National Museum of the Philippines, Manila
Study
Alfred Boucher (1850-1934)
L’hirondelle blessée
“The Farewell of Telemachus and Eucharis” by Jacques-Louis David (1748-1825), 1818
summer july 17th
i stared at the sky a bit too long this morning. it was blue, a little rosy in the corner. as the violet tinted my bare feet, i realized that it's summer now. it's summer and it's july 17th. summer and july 17th remind me of you.
summer and july 17th would have smelled like the sun, warm and vital. but it has been long since i thought about it—you might not be the most genuine definition of warmness and vitality, yet you might be of kindness.
kindness doesn't always come in a sun basked form. it often comes in many spiteful ways. it comes in your unspoken reassurance, it comes in your hidden prayers for wellness—eventually, it comes in a form of farewell so that you and i can grow into more humane humans. it is bitter and it is still kindness.
kindness is versatile. it's something pure, it's something tainted. it's so easy, it's so complicated. it's everything you do in your quarter century of existence.
you embody july 17th, you are summer.
you embody kindness, you are kind.
p. s. happy belated birthday, wonwoo!