T.S. Eliot
- A Poem by T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land
A Poem by T.S. EliotHuman kind cannot bear very much reality
A Fragment by T.S. EliotGo, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.Little Gidding
A Poem by T.S. Eliot
A shifting house next to a river of knowledge
My website is a shifting house next to a river of knowledge. What could yours be?
Author and architect
My favorite aspect of websites is their duality: they’re both subject and object at once. In other words, a website creator becomes both author and architect simultaneously. There are endless possibilities as to what a website could be. What kind of room is a website? Or is a website more like a house? A boat? A cloud? A garden? A puddle? Whatever it is, there’s potential for a self-reflexive feedback loop: when you put energy into a website, in turn the website helps form your own identity.