Today, while crossing 6th Avenue, I was accosted by a man holding out a plastic cup with a few coins in it.
“Can you spare some change? I’m tryin’ to get to Poughkeepsie.”
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The Waste Land is the dry, infertile land. The world devoid of beauty and nourishment.
The Waste Land is not physical, geographical, it is not either psychological. Rather it is existential.
It is a hankering, chronic dis-ease and dissatisfaction. An untraceable lack, void, and wound in the soul of man. … More The Waste Land