“The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me And appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest ..."
"It is the same! For, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free: Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability." Shelly
"We rest. – A dream has power to poison sleep; We rise. – One wandering thought pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:" 1/2
Sleepless night update:
2:30am toilet break
3:30am reading online article
4:36am ghosted by youngest brother
5:00am first flight to LHR
5:27am gossiping with the middle one
5:25am first bird singing
5:37am first overground running
7:06 Two trains ride side by side, I look at the people on the other train and I'm witnessing commuters: reading, snoozing, staring at nothing, reading adds, drinking from Thermos, keeping warm. A true snapshot of what is like to be a human at 7:06.
#shehulk might genuinely be the first time some young men hear a woman speak candidly about experiences like this. It might not seem like it but that’s hugely important.
Almost 20 years later 🤯 and I cannot overstate how much an Eng lit degree has given me as a lens into the world. Rishi is wrong: We need our stories, our narratives and insights, to make sense of ourselves. My piece in today’s @observer#morethanmoney
https://t.co/LT0uYOA1Bs