When the hounds of spring are on winter’s traces,
The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain
— Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909), from “Chorus from ‘Atalanta’ “
Man, this is insane. I just installed a hit counter thingie that I wrote on
I found a French site that has a bunch of Yoshitoshi ABe artwork. In particular, I really liked this piece with Alice and Lain, this rather pleasant shot of Lain, and this really weird shot of a young Lain (maybe 8 or 10 years old) awake in bed.
Lessee, what’s been happening in my life. I attended the final “Discovery” class at The Falls Church tonight, which went well. One of the speakers kinda