I finished The Picture of Dorian Gray, and the ending was nothing short of exquisite. Part of the tragedy resides in its somewhat unromantic, inexplicable end, offering no sentiment nor explanation, but instead presented in the cold, hard third person narrative of his own death, preceded in fact by his sudden desire to turn over a new leaf which may be harder for some to swallow.
A couple of blocks nearby are undergoing en bloc I think. The markings made on them look quite artistic in a cartoonish, quirky, kok kinda way.
It is time to pack and leave in the middle of everything once again. Til the 9th, good bye.
If you are not the lead sled dog, the world looks pretty much the same every day.
The Used - Paralyzed