The Sublime

As you walk along the Neva River, a gilded sparrow pierces the atmosphere at some point. It is like a frozen sword stuck in the chest of the sky for eternity. Between petrifaction and release, it is the core of everything that is beautiful with no reason.

This is the very start of decades of history.

“We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.” (The Preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde)

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