Saturday, July 25, 2020

Friday, July 24, 2020

His Hero Is Gone - Fool's Gold



“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the canyons and mesas, always silent and alone.”







































“Well, there are times when one would like to hang the whole human race and finish the farce.”

“I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . .”











“Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species—if separate species we be—for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world.”











Friday, July 17, 2020

“I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.”










Within its gates I heard the sound
Of winds in cypress caverns caught
Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought
To whisper what their roots had found.












“There's nothing here. Nothing at all.'

Marina gave me a look that I could not fathom.

'You're wrong,' she said. 'The memories of hundreds of people lie here. Their lives, their feelings, their expectations, their absence, the dreams that never came true for them, the disappointments, the deceptions and the unrequited loves that poisoned their existence... All that is here, trapped for ever.”

Chan eil mòran ... ach obraichidh e

This will be "base camp" for the next couple of weeks... Looking forward to the change of pace.










Sunday, July 12, 2020

Sunday, July 5, 2020