The brain within its groove The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, T'were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills! Emily Dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson insanitymind
The wind's pulling us in Show image 0 Show image 1 Hayao Miyazaki, Spirited Away 112. Entrance Transition wind