Both pictures taken within minutes of each other. Just like life, looking up and seeing one thing, looking down and seeing quite another. What do you want to see? How about seeing both, accepting both? I think about what has been, and then I think about what could be, might be, shall be; but then I think about what is. Which one counts the most? Shall I wear a red shirt? Blue? Or White? I grow old, I grow old… shall I wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled? Eliot borrowed from Laforgue and made it quite acceptable. And Baudelaire, and Dante, and Wagner, mein irisch Kind; and it’s OK to do that now. He did it.

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