The Persistent Loneliness of Being

[hawkwing_lb]

The persistent loneliness of being. Everybody dies alone, right?

Bugger, I'm morbid this morning. Time to go out into the bright November sunlight and pretend to be a real human being. I assume this will be easier after lunch.

Then to Greek translation, and the making of notes, and to the yelling back at my constant evil mutter of self-doubt that this is worth doing, dammit.

Left. Right. Left. Right. You don't climb hills to get to the top, do you? You do it to see if you can.

Comments

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

There's also the view from the top of the hill...

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Which is usually more hills...

:P

[jennygadget.livejournal.com]

clearly, we need to get you to Yosemite some day. The best views are not of more hills, but down into dramatic valleys.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

Heh. Find me a valley without a hill, and I will write an ode to it. :P