As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say,
"Now his breath goes," and some say, "No."
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move.
Life in the Time of the Virus: The Great Forgetting
-
I probably should rethink the title of this series. It is now ALWAYS the
time of the Virus, as we wait for it to mutate once more, or for something
EVEN WO...
Il y a 53 minutes