Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.
Be near me when the sensuous frame
Is rack’d with pangs that conquer trust;
And Time, a maniac scattering dust,
And Life, a Fury slinging flame.
Be near me when my faith is dry,
And men the flies of latter spring,
That lay their eggs, and sting and sing
And weave their petty cells and die.
Be near me when I fade away,
To point the term of human strife,
And on the low dark verge of life
The twilight of eternal day.
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Be thou like the imperial basilisk, Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds! Gaze on oppression, till at that dread risk, Aghast she pass from the earth’s disk. Fear not, but gaze,- for freemen mightier grow, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe.
—Percy Bysshe Shelley
“A ghost is just an emotion bent out of shape.”
The Metropolis and Mental Life (in German Die Großstadt und das Geistesleben) is an interesting 1903 essay by the German sociologist Georg Simmel.
Worth a read.
Jetrefilm Indonesia has two in-house Red Epics that will be used for our second film, the Jakarta-based thriller to be shot in Java, West Java and possibly Bali.