That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life
has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course
of action is reeling the way a madman takes,
and no one person is ever happy all the time.
This week's been peculiar as all hell, yo. Feels in all directions. All of the directions, all of them.
I've been known to throw on the following tune whilst committing virtual arson -- but today it's fueling the good feels:
For the gods loved Troy once.
Now they have forgotten.
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