"We isolate, we exile our great men, whether by ignoring them or praising them stupidly. And perhaps this isolation we offer them is our greatest gift." --Conrad Aiken
"ππ°πΆπ―π₯ π°π§ π§πͺπ³π΄π΅" ⚪️⚫️⚪️.
The roof, where it was possible to dwell,
was its own world. Not that you could see
very far at all. But from the roof
ev'ry view was looking down. The roof
gave of itself this boon & that was all
you needed on the lovely roof. A dome
had one time been attempted. The bare rods
grew streaked with rust. I never went up there
to visit. From across the street i watched.
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