Some Thoughts Eventually Leading to the Dread of Autumn

Empty talk



-And you say they'd rather cut down all the fields, dress up like flowers and worship the sun?

-I suppose it's more or less like that, yes.

-What a mockery of our former-selves we've become, eh? Could you pass the wine?

Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Austerity; you Delphian temptress. From where do you hail? For what are your intentions? For why do you endure? Beauty, Beauty, Austerity, Beauty