lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’entrate.
Abandon all hope, ye that enter.
–Dante Alighieri, Inferno 3.9; inscribed on the gates of Hell.
“This is the imposthume of much wealth and peace, that inward breaks, and shows no cause without why the man dies.”
–Hamlet, I can’t remember the Act.Scene.Line; lines of the play just pop into my head, triggered by this or that, throughout the day.
Some days I wish the internet would cease to exist. Other days I would simply be pleased to learn that it had. But I do know that most of our problems are the problems of a fat and wealthy nation, and knowing reasons why does not make it any easier to watch it happen, because in a void of charitable, rational discourse there is nothing you can do but watch.
Thanks, dear reader, should you ever find me, for seeing a person when you look.