Life is Not a perpetual climb towards Greatness.
For our family, ourselves, and friends,
It is but sad Decay, so,
Let every girl die after her Hebé (Ἥβη).
And every man after his Aristeia(ἀριστεία).

“Whilst the wolflets bayed, A grave was made, And then with the strokes of a sil…”

“I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest,Children dying in the road,Crawling things h…”

“We rode the basement trains all night, speeding through the subterrains. I held…”

“Analogies are like lies.”