Whatever Flows
Shake thy selfe from the dust: arise
Isaiah 52:2
It is the little rift within the lute
That by-and-by will make the music mute,
And ever widening, slowly silence all.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown
Henry IV Part 2, III.i.31
Big Smoke, by Dan Hiller

Big Smoke, by Dan Hiller

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you.

                              TS Eliot, The Waste Land

So I’ve sat, and I’ve watched an ice age thaw