When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk.
He trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it.
He trots the air, the earth sings when he touches it.
— William Shakespeare
Posted March 22, 2011 at 2:41am
30 Plays
Nicolas Jaar
Balance Her In Between Your Eyes
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…even we as children would feel an inexpressible chill as we peered into the depths of an alcove to which the sunlight had never penetrated. Where lies the key to this mystery? Ultimately it is the magic of shadows.
— Jun’ichirō Tanizaki
The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones
— William Shakespeare
