aesthetic

"So ropes of gold are found in rivers.
 
Sometimes these cast off skins are sad-colored and the color catches the eye, 
red and blue stones in the river beaches brought out by patches of white-blue snow.
 
There is an ongoing topological dynamic of enfolding whereby in time matter 
pours into itself with a soft malleable voluptuousness of confection, 
marshmellowy and dimpled. This is the grey tunic of a dream, which when turned
outward reveals the most lustrous and colorful of silks.
 
OF THE INGRESSION OF AIR AND WATER INTO A GLASS EGG" 

[OF THE DENSE AND RARE](http://canopycanopycanopy.com/contents/of_the_dense_and_rare) 
_Triple Canopy_, Ada Smailbegović
 
"Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, 
had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard. But she feared 
time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive
stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the 
margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the 
youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room 
she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of 
her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging 
while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, 
but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn 
over the weeds with pearl.”  

_Mrs. Dalloway_, Virginia Woolf
 
[This page](http://i.imgur.com/Fw0Fc87.png) from _The Discarded Image_, C. S. Lewis