i dont have the power to lead nor the patience to follow, so i create
"To believe is to suffer. It is like loving someone in the dark...who never answers."
Upon my ear a noisy nothing rings--Keats
no. but i like cinema. fin.
the petty cobwebs we have spun-tennyson
Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?--Wilde