Lonely, then,
And nobody to tell.
Well, here I am. How is your loneliness today? Better? Worse? The same?
Your turn
Ask me
It’s worse
Don’t Go

Lonely, then,
And nobody to tell.
Well, here I am. How is your loneliness today? Better? Worse? The same?
Your turn
Ask me
It’s worse
After Ovid’s Metamorphoses, particularly lines 5-30. Go on, then.Tell me which.I guess it doesn’t matter, since both are disappointing. Vain, desperate, well-intentioned hubrisTo deface a void.To polish nothingness into a mirrorAs if it needed you. No? Lonely, then,And nobody to tell.Well, here I am. How is your loneliness today? Better? Worse? The…