Circle of flesh

by Anastasia Cojocaru


Some day in January

I found him

crowned by

a circle of crows

flying above

his head

on top of a rock.

He curled up

in this

circle of flesh

among other drawings

of Francois Chifflart.

Photo: Anastasia Cojocaru




‘There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like sketch. No, ‘sketch’ is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.’

 – Milan Kundera

Photo: Anastasia Cojocaru

“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“The greatest gift you can ever give another person is your own happiness”
Esther Hicks

what’s under your skin?

“I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one’s skin, at the extreme corners of one’s eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.”
― Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter

You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.

In a heartbeat.

Or the absence of one.

-Joan Didion

“…sometimes we ask ourselves why happiness took so long to arrive, why it didn’t come sooner, but appears suddenly, as now, when we’ve given up hope of it ever arriving, it’s likely then that we won’t know what to do, and rather than it being a question of choosing between laughter and tears, we will be filled by a secret anxiety to which we might not know how to respond at all.”
José Saramago, The Double