Everything is yellow. And little of orange. It is like autumn. But photo made in winter. It is very interesting to look though the trees. They are different. And black and white. And leaves are so unusual. And it is a whole big building after them.

Fragment of autumn in winter. Color of autumn is yellow. Not intense. But not dark too.

"October" by Dion Anja, from Motion Sickness

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Anne Sexton, from "A Self-Portrait in Letters"

romanticise your life, take pretty pictures, feel like the main character, light up a candle, read books, go for a walk, dance to your favourite music, buy yourself presents, do whatever you want, be happy - this is your life, don’t let anyone take it from you

Guillaume Apollinaire, tr. by Anne Hyde Greet, from Calligrammes: "Song of the Horizon in Champagne,"

[…] in the autumn of the year, when the winds from the north curse and whine, and the red-leaved trees of the swamp mutter things to one another in the small hours of the morning under the horned waning moon […]

H. P. Lovecraft, Lovecraft’s Fiction Volume I, 1905-1925; from ‘Polaris’

What is sometimes called a / tongue of flame / or an arm extended burning / is only the long / red and orange branch of / a green maple / [...] reaching

"Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul."

– Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson written c. July 1907

"I notice Autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature."

– Friedrich Nietzsche

"Please, keep smiling," he whispers. "It does wonders on me."

The Warden of the Tomb, Franz Kafka

[text ID: But I know it will get more and more gloomy. This autumn is sad beyond belief.]

In June Pk will be back with the second Omnibus and the deluxe reprint of Fragments of Autumn.

Simone de Beauvoir, from a letter to Jean-Paul Sartre

— Maya Angelou, ‘Late October’.

Murō Saisei, from Anthology of Contemporary Japanese Poetry; "An Unfinished Poem,"