walkingxshadow

nothing worth anything. ask if you truly want to know.

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28, William Shakespeare

reading, video games

Doubt thou the stars are fire,[SIZE=+1]
[/SIZE]Doubt that the sun doth move,[SIZE=+1]
[/SIZE]Doubt truth to be a liar,[SIZE=+1]
[/SIZE]But never doubt I love.[SIZE=+1]
[/SIZE]-Hamlet Act 2 scene 2

Things come, things go, and the world goes on.