My Life is a Perpetual Question Mark

Do you know what I would answer to someone who asked me for a description of myself, in a hurry? This:/ / ?? !!/ / For indeed my life is a perpetual question mark - my thirst for books, my observatio...

The Portentous Conspiracy of Night

From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white poo...

The Feeling of the Sublime

For thousands of years, it had been nature - and its supposed creator - that had had a monopoly on awe. It had been the icecaps, the deserts, the volcanoes and the glaciers that had given us a sense ...