So much is happening in any given moment, both internally and externally — so much of life is not about words.
“This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor
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