He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang her first and last, and sang no more: “Farewell, all joys! O Death, come close mine eyes! More Geese than Swans now live, more Fools than Wise.
(Source: just-invincible, via boringmachines)
Really, it’s just another day, and REALLY it’s all just unorganized chaos. But on the flip side, in the face of it, it’s whatever we make it.
#NowPlaying on @8tracks: “The Language of my Soul” at http://8tracks.com/larecreative/the-language-of-my-soul - Sent from the 8tracks Android app
Tomorrow’s cover today: as robots grow more autonomous, society needs to develop rules to manage them.
No more needles. New technology injects drugs via a mosquito proboscis’ sized jet.
Steps.
Obligatory plane photo. #sunset
Just had the most lovely weekend for Her Majesty’s Diamond Jubilee. Went to the Mall to experience some of the atmosphere and watched...
Cover illustration for the OC Weekly by Tim Lane.
Ready For Battle by Dan Elijah G. Fajardo