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@coronettes
They say that every seven years Our cells are replaced and We are each reclassified.
When Napoleon lay at Boulogne For a year—did he not dream Through his boyhood eyes? They say he loved the coast.
I found solace in a nearby well. The verses sprung sprightly, Spraying from the curse of A restless chest. Healing Leaves wilted when that Very well dried.
They say that every seven years Our cells are replaced, and Fortune grants another try.
10/03/2018, Theseus (For my grandfather).
The stalks of these flowers are already dried up, but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited. The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life. They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life the same time. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact that he has to die and to postpone death.
At first I thought this was going to talk about how ‘amazing’ it is to keep the flowers alive like how we think it’s so amazing to extend human life past its natural breaking point, but then it brought the truth.
Your blog makes me nostalgic
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Hello my jello. I hope you haven't forgotten about me😘
Never
what character in a book would you like to be?
Death
Where the lanes of the old chancery Cross gutters like Christ With holes in hands Some thousands of years;
Where the barren and brittle Cast needles in hay From dawn till dusk Some thousands of years;
Where the poets, they dreamt Of slow dancing in halls Collapsing to dust Some thousands of years;
What hope there was we could not tether For nothing we loved was loved forever.
21st of December 2015, “Chancery Lane.”