The last days of Socrates

There is no time.There is nothing but time. Filled with faces and coffee spoons.

Walking in the mountains at night; some shooting stars

I have started doing a bit of walking. It's good for the soul. Keeps you well earthed. Good for the souls of the feet. I will be brief. I think the above photo was taken about three weeks ago.

The following ones were all taken about 9 days ago in a place called Somiedo in Asturias in the North of Spain.

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Should be able to make some interesting tea with this

Today's bit of poem:

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,	45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.	50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.	55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days. "One must be so careful these days"