“…Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world. The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is drowned. The best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity. Surely, some revelation is at hand…and what rough beast its hour come round at last, slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”- W.B. Yeats, 1919.
That’s all I can muster at this time. I hope to put up some text and photos of my holiday with Nancy and Sophie but right now, I’m not in the mood. If you have access to Facebook look up Sophie’s page. She has posted many photos. For now, I have to figure out how to make sure I never have to move back to my country of origin (name omitted for security reasons.)