Tag: it’s cold here at the end of the anthropocene

aburningsword: Interviewer: Where do you see yourself in ten years?Me:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;    The best lack all conviction, while the worst   … Continue reading