"Call on the fates/
this'll take a second while I fall on my face/
like everyone else/"
"So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
Thank you Arthur Conan Doyle for summing it up for me:
""My dear fellow," said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, "life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable."
something old. something new. something borrowed...like a blue periscope.
