In this great big world

I’m a little less sure of today than I was yesterday, I’m a little less certain of what is right and what is wrong, I’m a little less happy of what my life’s become, But I can’t see that because I can’t know that. In this great big world, What kind of pretend happiness can […]

Drowning in the 18th Century

I just spent the last hour reading 18th century poetry (2 poems) and 1 essay written in the 18th century about the plight of impoverished Irish people in that time period. And the entire essay is satire. That coupled with the fact that the language is entirely different and the fact that this is all […]