Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

The Brink is a site for film, culture, and theory, committed to the nurturance of magnificent obsessions.

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