In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends … More
Tag: dark mountain
In the midst of the fugitive and the infinite
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world -W. B. Yeats
The new pastoral
We no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven -Thoreau
liminal city 