Of Memories and Photographs and More or Less Morbid Thinking

When people go away they vanish, turn to nothing, stop being. They live only in memories, haunting the imagination. We know they go on being somewhere else, but no longer see them, just as we no longer see those who have already passed away. ~ Dezső Kosztolányi, "Skylark" ~ Suzanne Lalique, "Photos de famille" [via …