Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

With success comes a level of sadness. You think, ‘I’ll reach this goal, and then I’ll feel a sense of completeness, of wholeness. I’ll feel that I have accomplished something. I will see myself as a worthy man.’ And it doesn’t really exist.

Too Much for Today

It’s all too sad. So little time to say hi.

To the editors, thank you. To the new and shiny ones, I look forward to seeing you on my dash.

To the absent souls, stop it.