the struggle is real

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury …and drunk poetry

Image by Jerzy Górecki from Pixabay

“…and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day”

It’s all I can think about: Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the looming specter over the disquieted — a slow crawl to another cycle of meaningless abstractions. As Shakespeare said, it creeps…