Getting Words Out of Your Brain

i think there's something really beautiful and powerful about keats's fear of death before he loves and before he writes. And yet, at the same time, he stands alone on the shore of the wide world, and by standing there and thinking, love and fame sink to nothingness. So it's almost like this apprehension of reality itself makes both desire for love and desire for fame seem insignificant. There's something sublime about it. But in the end, it comes to something quite daest, which is that living is something more than either speaking, or much more so than writing. i will leave it there. I am brian cam. You can find me at brian cam dot