How much longer, man
For this earth?
It’s here today
But it’s gone man, gone
The epitaph scratched upon my stone:
"Here lies a man who just wanted to be alone"
She used to love me but it’s
That was a good thing that’s
Gone man, gone
Crazy guy with a matted beard
Standing on the corner
Shouting out “end times are near”
And nobody noticed him
But I can hear him loud and clear
She is gone now, and nowhere near
Seems like end times are here
William Shakespeare, Macbeth (Act 5, scene 5)
I slept half the day, but I made the most of the sunlight. That deserves a cigarette and a selfie, to say nothing of the glass of Scotch.
My day at Wolf Creek.