Fishtown Shanties
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Not a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the… Continue reading
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Not a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the… Continue reading
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself. – Raoul Vaneigem
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit. – Antoine Rivarol
It was a sharp, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in… Continue reading
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. – Khalil Gibran