Urban Edges
“The world is too much with us; late and soon.”— William Wordsworth, “The World Is Too Much with Us” (1807)
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This is an archive of photographs, walks, and moments that have not yet been fully explained. They come from nights, empty lots, roadsides, and water. Photography does not always need to arrive at a conclusion; it can simply keep what was seen.
“The world is too much with us; late and soon.”— William Wordsworth, “The World Is Too Much with Us” (1807)
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“And was Jerusalem builded here / Among these dark Satanic Mills?”— William Blake, “And did those feet in ancient time” (1808)
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“All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream.”— Edgar Allan Poe, “A Dream Within a Dream” (1849)
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“Nothing beside remains. Round the decay / Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare.”— Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Ozymandias” (1818)
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“The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.”— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” (1855)
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“Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.”— Herman Melville, Moby-Dick (1851)
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“I am large, I contain multitudes.”— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself” (1855)
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“So much depends / upon / a red wheel / barrow.”— William Carlos Williams, “The Red Wheelbarrow” (1923)
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“The Brain—is wider than the Sky—”— Emily Dickinson, “The Brain—is wider than the Sky—” (c. 1862)
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“I is another.”— Arthur Rimbaud, Letter to Georges Izambard (1871)
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“Memory is not an instrument for exploring the past but its theatre.”— Walter Benjamin, “Berlin Chronicle” (1932)
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