Thursday, January 11, 2024

-

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

 O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail th...

  • (no title)
    “I have looked upon all that the universe has to hold of horror, and even the skies of spring and the flowers of summer must ever afterward ...
  • (no title)
    The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island ...
  • (no title)
    This pessimism entails a drastic scaling-up or scaling-down of the human point of view, the disorientation of deep space and deep time, all ...