Sonnet 12 When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white; When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy...

I am currently Reading: The Massacre at Paris, by Christopher Marlowe. Hoping for: the end of the exam session. Looking for: Twelfth Night in the Arden edition. Listening to: Fídhe Ra Hurí, by Omnia. In the mood of: the 18th century. Studying: in revisions...

Dear Reader, The reason for which I decided to create this little space of words is that soon, I will be twenty, and I realised that I felt it necessary to leave a part of my youth, a bunch of memories somewhere. Last year in September, I packed some...