Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.
-Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain, from Frank Herbert's Dune
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.
-Dirge for Jamis on the Funeral Plain, from Frank Herbert's Dune
- Mood:
quixotic
