All the world's a stage

I'm probably blurring multiple memories together but we'll pretend this is all one memory.

This is a topic that I've thought about on and off and there was recently a post by Michael Harley where he mentioned Emily Dickinson who had died without publishing most of her work, and that it was her sister who found the poems and had them published.

I'm currently listening to Norse Mythology: The Unofficial Guide.

I live in a major city and in parts of it are what appears to be gargantuan highway lights.

Get a box of lens wipes and see the world as god intended.

I'm a human dreaming of being human.