When a child first catches adults out – when it first walks into his grave little head that adults do not always have divine intelligence, that their judgments are not always wise, their thinking true, their sentences just – his world falls into panic desolation. The gods are fallen and all safety gone. And there is one sure thing about the fall of gods: they do not fall a little; they crash and shatter or sink deeply into green muck. It is a tedious job to build them up again; they never quite shine.

And the child’s world is never quite whole again. It is an aching kind of growing.

John Steinbeck, East of Eden

Water dripping on Howl

2015.06.23 | Howl’s last [full] day in Sunhe, Chaoyang District, Beijing, PRC