Oceans recede and coastlines wither and crack. Nations lapse; others soon swagger in their places. Mountains crumble to dust, rains vanish into the sea, winds return whence they came, and every city men build has but a jumble of bones for its foundation. What is your need to me? I am the Watcher in the Dark.
About This Quote
About J. Aleksandr Wootton, The Eighth Square
J. Aleksandr Wootton, The Eighth Square.
Themes
- Time — Reflections on the passage of time and how we spend it