Dreaming/masking interlude

As promised, the excerpt where my new blog title is from:

John: We live still.
Anne: But what has become of the dead? They forget.
John: These. Smilers, all who stand on promontories, slinkers, whisperers; deliberate approaches, echoes, time, promises of mercy, what dreams or goes masked, embraces that fail, insufficient evidence, touches of the old wound… But let us not think of things which we hope will be long in coming.

– W. H. Auden, Paid on Both Sides (first version)




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