Monday, February 11, 2019

"...days"


This is pretty much it.
I go from emotional extreme to extreme. Alone in my digs.
I'm good I'm fine. Banged up confused like everyone.
I write much post little.

Days go by.

2 comments:

  1. I just can't resist posting this in reply to your comment.

    "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
    To the last syllable of recorded time;
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
    And then is heard no more. It is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing."
    -Shakespeare, Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

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