Nothing is slower than the limping days
when under the heavy weather of the years
Boredom, the fruit of glum indifference,
gains the dimension of eternity...
-Charles Baudelaire, Spleen II
Paris changes...But in sadness like mine
nothing stirs--new buildings, old
neighborhoods turn to allegory,
and memories weigh more than stone.
-Baudelaire,
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