Oh rage! Oh despair! Oh age, my enemy!
Pierre Corneille
I can hear Austin shout out these words when he looks into a mirror these days and see the grey hair appear in between the brown. Therefore, for him, a poem
"Return Home"
My young pulls my vesture and asks
Why do you return home late?
With whom did you contend for age?
Had won you grey hair on temples.
This poem was written by Du, Mu (803-852).
On another note, we were expecting Austin to show up in Italy, Rome and Ischia later.
So where is he? What's with not updating blog's in a very long time?
He can be anywhere now, or nowhere....
Is the next appointment Spain? For the Informers? Only asking.
working
frustrated
cold
sad
creative
melancholy