Paul Strand, Wall Street, 1915

«(...)
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at all hours of the day;
The simple, compact, well-join’d scheme—myself disintegrated, every
one disintegrated, yet part of the scheme:
The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;
The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on
the walk in the street, and the passage over the river;
(...)»

Walt Whithman, Leaves of Grass

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