Ayla Dmyterko

Ideal is the memory of perfection

You can't catch lost time or the thinning earth

Have you heard the term enouement? It is the bittersweet feeling of having arrived in the future to see how things turn out without being able to tell your past self.

Like milk when it turns, like the earth when it turns - the lies of the land, they turn

You can't salt your kasha with gold