Travel is Fatal

Marking life by friends.

Sep 14
Cairo. 64 days.


  Our travels now are ended. These our actors,
  As I foretold you, were all spirits and
  Are melted into air, into thin air:
  And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
  The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
  The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
  Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
  And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
  Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
  As dreams are made on, and our little life
  Is rounded with a sleep.


PSSSYYYYCHE!

Cairo. 64 days.

Our travels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

PSSSYYYYCHE!