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But one must ask oneself after all: when we love someone, or perhaps better said, fall in love with someone, what are we really falling in love with?
Do we love our image of a person, or do we love that individual in his or her own right?
Perhaps we can only relate to our own imaginings? Perhaps we are only in love with our own images…
What is the maximum distance from which you can love a human being?
Answer: less than a millimeter? And without a name.
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The Death of a Beekeeper by Lars Gustafsson (via pngnlvr)
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