“I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.”
❝ G A T S B Y turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
by Emily Dove
Water Serpents, Gustav Klimt (details, c. 1904-07)
And, the two of them together. Pretty personal pieces about long distance relationships/friendships formed online.