Perpetually haunted by words unwritten, (as is probably the curse of most writers), ERC muses often; but as if in obstinate defiance, would barely bring himself to write that which he is given; for oftentimes would he measure if it were right […]
What is in a dream? Nothing! At whiles, painted devils, and sometimes sculpted angels. Nor can the devil bite, nor the angel rescue, for both are nought but a figment of the imagination. A tormented mind paints hellish dreams, and a heart […]
In hindsight, I have found myself greatly pleased for the fortunes which befell me by being deprived certain pleasures which I clamoured for truly. I was not wise enough to think of the transcendence of things and the inevitability of change, and […]
