“Brandoch Daha laughed, saying, “Prince, I so love thee, I could refuse thee nothing, were it shave half my beard and go in fustian till harvest-time, sleep in my clothes, and discourse pious nothings seven hours a day with my lady’s lapdog.”
This book is a philosophical and speculative fiction that delves into the concept of infinity and the cyclical nature of existence. It presents a narrative that intertwines with the mythological Ouroboros, a serpent or dragon eating its own tail, symbolizing the eternal cycle of life and death. more
“Thou knowest for thee I tie my purse with a spider’s thread.”
“You would look less miserable in a selfie from your own funeral.”
“Sitting on the fence can be uncomfortable.”
“If you drove fast enough the photos of your numberplate would be too blurred to read.”