Overcast in Manhattan
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.
— William Shakespeare, “Macbeth” (Taken with instagram)
“It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self — never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold …”
— George Eliot, “Middlemarch”
Chapter One: He was as tough and romantic as the city he loved…. New York was his town and it always would be.
For the week’s end: 24601 and redemption
Moon over Queens