Just Because I Worked There Does Not Mean I Am Not Sick

The Galena Evening Times, Kansas, January 18, 1900

Henri Gervex, Rolla (detail), 1878.

Musée des Beaux-Arts de Bordeaux.

— Carolina Outcrop

do you miss me like i miss you?

do you feel the same heartbreaking pain as i do?

or is it only me who feels this way?

Roman Widow - Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1874 (details)

“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”

– Pablo Neruda

Design

by Robert Frost

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth -- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.

What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall? -- If design govern in a thing so small.

Reclining Nude by Alphonse Lecadre (1870)

Crawling out of the swamps where you buried me like the setting sun and the moon rises an enemy.

Carolina Outcrop. Never Trust a Woman Who Writes.

“When I die, leave my body in the woods. The wolves will be gentler than any man.”

-unknown