“VIEW FROM A HILL I am not yet quite over it. I am lying down on top of it. Surveying behind me a wasteland Of dried-up promise. While the lights below twinkle With dull mocking uncertainty. There isn't much left to look forward to, And the looking forward of the past has been belied.” Moving OnLooking BackThe PastGetting Over It Book:The Inertia Variations Source: The Inertia Variations