( me / via )

"One California-based writer, in a private correspondence, mentioned they had proposed a panel on wildfires, but it was rejected."

I die of thirst beside the fountain.
None of us has tried the fountain.

At night the fountain glows within;
dark bits of flotsam ride the fountain.

The desert-builders hedge their words
but drink, however wide the fountain.

The grotto seemed today run dry.
Just to be sure, we pried the fountain.

Let Graywyvern whisper deep
and you yourself provide the fountain.

Seneca (who i always thought had one of the most eventful lives for a philosopher).

One refuses self-improvement, one disdains the didactic, not because they're useless but because they're keeping score in a game that's no longer playable.

The marshy hinterland.