The title of this post is taken from a beautiful novel written by Kazuo Ishiguro. I wrote the bulk of my Master’s dissertation on it a few years ago, but most of all, it’s just one of those books that stays with you. In many ways, the novel is a celebration of fleeting moments of beauty and pleasure, as well as a warning that without these things, the world becomes a very dark and meaningless place. I’ll spare you of any more literary mumbo-jumbo, and instead share with you the kind of “floating world” that Ishiguro inspires – one where afternoons are suspended, artists of all kinds congregate, and the world is painted with a palette of soft hues . . .
Have a beautiful weekend . . .