Monday, 1 November 2010
We missed the train we boarded
May be it is unwise to befriend moths. But they are the easiest to.
I'd rather destroy light to save them, than hope for them to turn into everlasting tortoises;
Their presence in the transient dusk is far more eternal than the leaves falling off the Giant Oak, every autumn. And Gatsby could not have had a happier ending
This is the 50th post of this blog. Quite an abysmal record considering it began 1127 days ago. Anyway, for those of you who still read it, thank you.