“…had we but world enough and time…
…this coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way to walk, and pass our long love’s day…but at my back I always hear time’s winged chariot hurrying near… “
The sole aim of this collection of work is to reclaim some control in my life through the best tools I have: words, sarcasm, and stories. So here are the ramblings of a 29 year old who feels 59, looks 14, and acts 21.
“…let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball, and tear our pleasures with rough strife through the iron gates of life. Thus, we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will him run…”