And time flames like a paraffin stove /
And what it burns are the minutes I live.
Monday, June 04, 2007
crise de conscience
It has been an interesting few weeks round these skylarkian parts. I have entered and am now in the full throes of my quarter life crisis (though, as my dad likes to point out, it's more likely to be a third life crisis, as I am unlikely to live to be 100 years old).