"And the halls were lined with the disembodied
and dustly wings, which fell from flesh
gasplessly"...
Being an HSC student with a kazillion assessments to do makes me sometimes feel like my wings fell off and left me to drag my feet through the halls... I think that's where my grade is right now, so this is very apt. The Panopticon is probably a good description too... ;-)
But against our whims we stay, and it's worth it. Sometimes the lyricism of life goes to greater heights only if you work for it.
"And the halls were lined with the disembodied and dustly wings, which fell from flesh gasplessly"...
Being an HSC student with a kazillion assessments to do makes me sometimes feel like my wings fell off and left me to drag my feet through the halls... I think that's where my grade is right now, so this is very apt. The Panopticon is probably a good description too... ;-)
But against our whims we stay, and it's worth it. Sometimes the lyricism of life goes to greater heights only if you work for it.