Memory and Desire, Stirring
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow
In the mountains,
there you feel free.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
And the dead trees give no shelter
I will show you fear in a handful of dust
Looking into the heart of light, the silence
Unreal city, under the brown fog of a winter dawn
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME
Inexplicable splendor
The road winding above among the mountains
Quotes from “The Waste Land” (1922) by T.S. Elliot (1888-1965)