You never know how people are going to be. I met another dude that night who was being an asshole backstage.
You never know how people are going to be. I met another dude that night who was being an asshole backstage.
“Such wast thou,
Who art now
But buried dust and rusted skeleton.
Above the bones and mire,
Motionless, placed in vain,
Mute mirror of the flight of speeding years,
Sole guard of grief
Sole guard of memory
Standeth this image of the beauty sped.”
Ezra Pound | “Her Monument, the Image Cut Thereon”