Poetry
I was Lord of a country no one cared for. The Queen fucked men for money, and the King dug graves. At luncheon, he played Death with his favourite courtiers, kissing them once on the forehead and then declaring them knaves – he buried them living. Nobody cared. A good King kills one man for [&
Restless Modernity: How sleeplessness reflects the peculiarities of contemporary life
“We live as we dream — alone…”—Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness Attempting to characterise any period of history by one quality or sensation is, at best, a good way to cause an argument: at worst, a lazy oversimplification. Is the zeitgeist of a given era something that is generated
