#prufrock

i have measured out my life in coffee spoons and so forth. sunsets, dooryards, sprinkled streets, novels, teacups, skirts that trail along the floor and whatnot. i'm not prince hamlet and wasn't meant to be. instead i'm ridiculous and maybe even the fool. the mermaids sing to each other but probably will never sing to me. dude i should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas. bro i already know the evenings and mornings and afternoons. but i've seen the eternal footman and i was scared. i can't keep lingering in the chambers of the sea and watching everyone coming and going and talking about michelangelo over and over until human voices wake me and i drown. but bro do i dare disturb the universe?

Me when someone says it’s lunchtime but it’s actually Time to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet and time to murder and create and time for all the works and days of hands that lift and drop a question on your plate time for you and time for me and time yet for a hundred indecisions and for a hundred visions and revisions

And indeed there will be time [...] There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. [...] Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.                So how should I presume? - T. S. Eliot