Abandoned
All the same—crimson and void of sorrow
Particular Moments
More Stars than There are
Month: September, 2015
September 27, 2015
Feel Less
“You are trying not
To look so Young
And Miserable.”
September 25, 2015
Before & After
Catch a few more Breaths
A relief—it’s never truly. Pitch. Black
September 22, 2015
In Steady Defiance
“Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
—excerpt from Ulysses,
Lord Alfred Tennyson.
September 19, 2015
Rescue at Dusk: Part 2
Northbound
September 19, 2015
Rescue at Dusk: Part 1
Eastward
September 17, 2015
Residues
Cheap Tea and Wearing Company
September 13, 2015
Iron Lady
“In the end, more than freedom, they wanted security. They wanted a comfortable life, and they lost it all—security, comfort, and freedom. When the Athenians finally wanted not to give to society but for society to give to them, when the freedom they wished for most was freedom from responsibility, then Athens ceased to be free and was never free again.”
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“They are casting their problem on society. And, you know, there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women, and there are families. And no government can do anything except through people, and people must look to themselves first…People have got the entitlements too much in mind, without the obligations. There’s no such thing as entitlement, unless someone has first met an obligation.”
—M.H.T
September 12, 2015
Your Own Reality
When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
—Walt Whitman.
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