[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Oh! The sunshine!
After a full week of heavy rainfalls the sun came in. Unfortunately, now it's time to get back to work and spend the coming sunny days closed into a meeting room or sitting in front of a monitor crossed by hundreds of waveforms. Sh**!