Regina Solar is an interdisciplinary graphic designer and brand strategist based in Madrid focusing on brand identity, creative direction, and interaction design. Currently at Bana.Studio. Contact

From The Soul of Time, 1904
   Time’s a circumference
   Whereof the segment of our station seems
   A long straight line from nothing into naught.
   Therefore we say “progress,” “infinity” —
   Dull words whose object
   Hangs in the air of error and delights
   Our boyish minds a hunt for butterflies.
   For aspiration studies not the sky
   But looks for stars

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From I Used to Think, 1905

I used to think
The mind essential in the body, even
As stood the body essential in the mind:
Two inseparable things, by nature equal
And similar, and in creation’s song
Halving the total scale: it is not so.
Unlike and cross like driftwood sticks they come
Churned in the giddy trough: a chunk of pine,
A slab of rosewood: mangled each on each
With knocks and friction, or in deadly pain
Sheathing each other’s splinters: till at last
Without all stuff or shape they’re jetted up
Where in the bluish moisture rot whate’er
Was vomited in horror from the sea.