Well, what shall I say; our inward thoughts, do they ever show outwardly? There may be a great fire in our soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a little bit of smoke coming through the chimney, and pass on their way. Now, look here, what must be done, must one tend that inward fire, have salt in oneself, wait patiently yet with how much impatience for the hour when somebody will come and sit down near it,—to stay there maybe?
-from a letter from Vincent Van Gogh to his brother Theo written in Cuesmes, Belgium in July 1880
film photograph shot with a minolta x-700 in Monserrat, Spain.