For some reason the sights I see around me do not take me here.

Or here:

“Robert Frank, Swiss, unobtrusive, nice, with that little camera that he raises and snaps with one hand he sucked a sad poem right out of America onto film, taking rank among the tragic poets of the world.”

– Jack Kerouac

 

Patriot – Diane Arbus

Nostalgia is undoubtedly more comforting to the mind than reality.