A young Palestinian man stands in his bedroom which was hit by an Israeli tank shell backdropped by destroyed houses during a short period of ceasefire in Shuja’iyya neighbourhood in east Gaza City on July 26, 2014. (Oliver Weiken/EPA)
sinks towards summer, is lowered
into its dazzling crater, lowered
between fissures of moist green eons
trembling under the sun’s turbine.
- Tranströmer, “Prelude”
When the Great War broke out, it came to me not as a superlative tragedy, but as an interruption of the most exasperating kind to my personal plans
- The amazing first line of Vera Brittain’s Testament of Youth (via fernham)