My profile is a mishmash of several years of coffee sundays, teetering highs and chasm waxing-- it's kinda ridiculous. Feel free to message me if you have anything to add. An image, a light, a concept.
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
ANFP: Still water runs deep, but occasionally is not so still.