tags: Cassandra

I seem to be experiencing blogorrhea right now. Ah, nothing like insomnia.

Cassandra whispers to me of disaster and catastrophe:
"Harden your heart, o wanderer
the road is long, the horizon far
no surcease of sorrow shall come to succor thee,
no hope of rescue, of salvation, of love
through the grey desert thou shalt tread
alone, forsaken, unlooked for, unwanted, unmissed."