Photo by Robert Doisneau, via.

Saint Columba (left) looks out from Oronsay, Inner Hebrides.

"I stood with my back against the forest, stood there on a giant cliff, years above the spreading fires, and the dying rubble below, my eyes searching everywhere for dawn." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"Everywhere lovers are grasping for dreams jumping through burning windows." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"Soon ... we'll have shredders to pulp all the books in the world. And with the compost, we'll fertilize a million trees, each taller than eternity, their branches leaved with hanged bodies." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"He had given up his pin-striped suit and was in a flowing black robe—like a wizard in King Arthur's days. . . . 'It's less constraining than a suit,' he said, when I noticed the change in his attire, 'and more befitting our time.'" —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"In the distance, a crenellated tower sprouted long arms of orange fire . . . 'It's a beautiful castle,' I said. 'Lancelot might have sequestered his beloved there when he stole her from his king.' 'A castle only good for storing memories and old keys,' he said. 'A castle for us when we were very young,' she said, giving him a sharp look, 'because then as now we had no place to go.'" —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"Seeing them made me happy, in a restless way. Happy for their youth and for all their time ahead to be foolish and oblivious to the endings of anything, let alone the end of love." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

"Perhaps over time the goddess had become less Greek and more Sicilian, a trickster, granting favors but not the ones prayed for." —Frederic Tuten, Self Portraits: Fictions

(Geometric goddess archetype by Rachel Budde.)

The Fool and The World come together in the "Fool's Cap Map of the World," of unknown origin, dating back to c. 1580. Read more about the map here.