forestaste

Updated: May 1, 2025

I am waiting for my negress can't you understand? and she is already seven minutes late...." A flaming morning, forestaste of things to come. I find myself, after an early visit to the hospital where things are doing well, glancing down, towards midday, into Trajan's Forum, as one looks into some torrid bear-pit. Broken columns glitter in the sunshine; the grass is already withered to hay.

Norman Douglas - Alone