The personal blog of a procrastinator, prevaricator, prattler and prannock.
Mostly musings on language, sundry reviews, and regurgitated links from around the interwebs.
Living for Sabina meant seeing. Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness. Perhaps that was what motivated Sabina’s distaste for all extremism. Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death.