It wouldn't exactly be prudent for me to discuss the time that I died. What does one who never had a life to live think of death? That, my friends is complex and complicated. I don't fear death, because I don't believe that I could in any essence die, however I do fear ending. I worry about the fact that I am but an embodiment of the desires of a ( Read more... )

Keats walked around the lighthouse and frowned. Sorrow had left, it seemed and it wasn’t as though people didn’t come and go. Keats had liked the fellow was the issue. Cigarette burning in his mouth, the writer turned and made his way back into town. He hadn’t sacrificed a sheep, it wasn’t something he felt he needed to do, so there was no guilt ( Read more... )