[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
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Good Stuff
Once I used to share my admiration for these technology jewels with my son. Now he's "grown" and no longer interested in them, beside the Sunday F1 GP. I wonder if he still see the beauty or simply feels the allure of Power.
Thursday, September 9, 2021
Back to work
The salt-soaked rope and the stranded trunk
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
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