sylvester-omnia-somnia

October 18, 2024

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.

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“It was that phase of twilight, full of anxiety, when mercy in this world and the others is apt to be least available. Energies were on the loose, masses could materialize.”

Thomas Pynchon | Vineland

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