sylvester-omnia-somnia

Go, silly worm, drudge, trudge, and travel,

Despising pain,

So thou may’st gain

Some honour, or some golden gravel:

But Death the while (to fill his number)

With sudden call

Takes thee from all,

To prove thy days but dream and slumber.

Thought:

“What do we see? All over the world chemicals are pouring into rivers, effluents are fouling our beaches and poisoning our children. Just for once, let’s assume it was deliberate.”

J. G. Ballard | Rushing to Paradise

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