That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by…
reflections
The Scream
Middle age. Sometimes “The Scream” is the work of art that best captures this stage of life. Youthful illusions depart and we are left in the setting sun, protesting feebly against the indignities of the second half of life in a world gone mad. Continue reading
Middle Aged Rage 