“Like our bodies and like our desires, the machines we have devised are possessed of a heart which is slowly reduced to embers.”
― W.G. Sebald

“There’s the catch of fire in the air. All the souls are out marauding. But there are roses, there are still roses. In the damp and the cold, on a bush that looks done, there’s a wide-open rose, still. Look at the colour of it.”
― Ali Smith

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