Sublime

Perhaps you allude to one by the name of Carwin. I will anticipate your curiosity by saying, that since these disasters, no one has seen or heard of him. His agency is, therefore, a mystery still unsolved."

Edgar Allan Poe’s short story The Man of the Crowd.

High spurts the fountain; fierce and foamy the wild jet. The urge has but a single outlet. My love, my baby. No wonder those poor pre-moderns were mad and wicked and miserable.

‘Around the Godde there forms a Shelle of prayers and Ceremonies and Buildings and Priestes and Authority, until at Last the Godde Dies. Ande this maye notte be noticed.’”

Crambe bis cocta;

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

remapping of London through an alignment of those churches designed by the architect Nicholas Hawksmoor.