Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
I did when I first moved here. I still love some aspects of it. In some ways, though, it has deteriorated so much I am concerned about spending my future here.
Not really and that is why I love living in the country:-)
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ReplyDeleteIt's okay. a bit of rural suburbia in the city's vicinity.
ReplyDeleteI love Toronto but it is getting cold right now
ReplyDeleteI did when I first moved here. I still love some aspects of it. In some ways, though, it has deteriorated so much I am concerned about spending my future here.
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