The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
The Characteristics of Kogin An Essay from The Beauty of Everyday Things by Yanagi Sōetsu This is how time is forgottenThere is no kogin that can be called poor
This is how time is forgotten This is how time is forgotten; this is how work absorbs the hours and days. timeeuphony