by BrokenLyre » Fri Dec 11, 2020 7:02 am
I wonder if anyone is thinking about where Keats was in December 1820. Yes, Rome. It is quite odd and strangely interesting to me that I can think about what Keats was doing exactly 200 years ago. Quite sad, for sure.
February '21 is coming, and we all know it. Just feeling very pensive these days, and wonder if anyone is feeling the same.
"Come... dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home."