Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all of our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life is 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 (5.5.22-31)
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Dec 28, 2021 05:21PM
Morsmorde has officially been edited and the newest chapter is up! It’s been over a year since I’ve last updated but hopefully this creative spark keeps goingView all Conversations
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