Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.
| Susan Sontag, As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
"Dry petals of dead flowers have secret cures in them -- anything under the sun, once touched by life / sun / is imbued with power over death."
– Jonas Mekas, Out-Takes from the Life of a Happy Man (2012)