inherent tragedy of progress // PST=people spoil things // Not caring is what has preserved them // I particularly abhor metaphor. Metaphor is fraud. England with all its faults. A country house with all its shortcomings. // Country houses are window dressing, they mitigate nothing // A testament to time. We cannot hold time, though we can put it on hold while we live in the present. // This is not Allegory House. England not. History not. // It took me ages to realize it was for me to make it happen.
Though nothing can bring back the hour, Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower, We will grieve not, rather find, Strength in what remains behind, ——Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth