Today and Today and Today

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Despite my brief love affair with Othello it is Macbeth which quotes itself most in my head. Shouldn’t be considering it was Othello that I had to steep my head in for A Levels but notheless it is.

Went to a Buddhist temple today, in the mountains at Minobu-san. It was very deeply cool. It was also fucking freezing. Me and the Jellicle managed to set up a sort of LAN today…my router is not all it seems! Time creeps on apace but then time always does rather.

Leave a Reply