Wednesday, January 19, 2005
, and that was the last time.
Rhythm begins, you see. I hear. A catalectic tetrameter of iambs marching. No, agallop:decline the mare.
Open your eyes now. I will. One moment. Has all vanished since? If I open and am for ever in the black adiaphane. Basta!
I will see if I can see.
See now. There all the time without you: and ever shall be, world without end.
-James Joyce, Ulysses
sometimes you feel like you're living in the 31st century.
sometimes you feel like you're stuck in the 14th century.
what a strange world.
(between beauty and the black blood of time)
