Hello there, just popping in to say that I’ve followed you for months now and I only just figured out that your queue tag “queuetility” is a play on the word “futility” because my brain could not associate the two for the longest time. Anyways, carry on, have a nice day
Ahahah, yes!
Inspired by one of my favourite poems of all time:
Futility - Wilfred Owen
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds—
Woke once the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, still warm, too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall? —
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?