Tuesday, February 7, 2017


Project 3.1: Shore



Tide: to drift with or as if with the tide. But no matter how far away you drift, that what you are trying to forget always strikes back. The red.



"I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?"


Edgar Allan Poe

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