Am I in love? —yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.— Roland Barthes (via vagueblueeyes)
A monk prays for an elderly man who had died suddenly while waiting for a train in Shanxi Taiyuan, China.
one of my favorite pictures in the world