[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.
T.S.Eliot
Saturday, April 5, 2014
I'm still here
It's just that my job is lately draining all my energies. I hope it will finish very soon.
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