“She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth
Edith Wharton, 1905
Maybe I am just another person that is starting an online magazine. I do not know, but I just have so many ideas running across my mind that I needed some form to express myself. Well, this is it. I am passionate about anything Art related and what can be wrong about sharing that with you.
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