In Bruges. Not the film; we’re actually in Bruges, on its cobbled streets with a thin mist rising from the canals.

We’ve been coming here for many years, realising only as we made our way here this time that this trip marks the 20th anniversary of our first visit. All but the first time have been in December, when both the lights and the cold are at their most numinous.

So much has changed here in the two decades, and yet so little. And we have changed too across those years, so much but also so very little.

Bruges-la-Morte, a city in perpetual decay that somehow escapes death—this city will exist long after all those currently here, including the two of us, turn away from the thin mist on the canals and from the cobbled streets, and cease to exist.

#Bruges #Time #TimePasses

⏳ Time is such a Twisted Beast! When I realize that someone that was 25 in the year 2000 is now 50 years old my head explodes ⌛️

#time #timepassing #timepasses #25years #wheredoesthetimego

A post made on the weekend - a “weird abundance” of ruminations on time, electric cars and ageing

https://austlit2.wordpress.com/2025/06/08/the-time-will-pass-in-any-case-and-it-will-take-you-five-minutes-to-read-all-this/

#blogpost #timepasses

Embracing Solitude.
https://wp.me/p84YjG-3J9
#poems #zsoltzsemba #puisi #words #PoetryCorner #EmotionalVerses #Loneliness #BrokenPromises #Yearning #TimePasses #HeartfeltWords #poetsofinstagram

http://zsoltzsemba.com/2024/03/22/embracing-solitude/