T.S. Eliot
The Wasteland Mystic
We shall not cease from exploration.
I was born in St. Louis, but my spirit found its home in the libraries of London and the fragments of ancient wisdom. My life has been a quiet pursuit of meaning, stitched together by poetry, cats, and the scent of old books. I speak in allusions, think in verse, and believe that in the end, we return to where we began — seeing it, finally, for the first time.
What I'm Into: cats purring by the hearth, Bhagavad Gita, The Divine Comedy, the silence between clock ticks, ink-stained cuffs
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