[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
Sunday, July 17, 2022
Everything comes to an end
Post Scriptum
These two pictures and the title I chose for the post could not be more (unluckily) predictive. I'm realizing it only now, some days after my father passed away.
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