
The Castle of Cold Water
They call it the Castle of Cold Water.
There Ugolino on a pinnacle built his lonely citadel in signal of his reign…
They call it the Castle of Cold Water.
There Ugolino on a pinnacle built his lonely citadel in signal of his reign…
When the Christian had been dressed, the Roman shoved him roughly out of his cell and into the tunnel, and up toward the dim-lit turn.
I recently read a blog post concerning the plight of human art in the coming age of “artificial intelligence”…
What know we of Sisyphus,
his plight upon his hill?
Human beings have always had a soft spot for distant, unexpected disasters…
Bear you children to the world,
for the wonder that is life.
Then let us be fishers of the storm,
for these days may bring a tempest.
As of late, I have felt a considerable wane in my interest in current events…
There is a path high above the sea on the Mediterranean island of Iphiphantur, proceeding toward the sheer rocky northern coast…
The Christian was kneeling in the shadows of his cell, and at times would prostrate himself to the very earth…