I've been thinking recently about changing this blog into something more creative; attempting to assemble my simultaneously manic and mundane thoughts into some form of short stories or creative pieces, maybe mixed with stuff I come across in my uni reading that I like - poems and quotes from books and whatnot.
I don't know, I might even start a new blog altogether. I'm feeling pretty directionless on the creativity front, so with 2013 looming I'm trying to give myself a push up the arse.
She partly drew aside the curtain of the long low garret-window, and called our attention to a number of bird-cages hanging there; some, containing several birds. There were larks, linnets and gold-finches- I should think at least twenty.
'I began to keep the little creatures,' she said, 'with an object that the wards will readily comprehend. With the intention of restoring them to liberty. When my judgement should be given. Ye-es! They die in prison, though. Their lives, poor silly things, are so short in comparison with Chancery proceedings, that, one by one, the whole collection has died over and over again. I doubt, do you know, whether one of these, though they are all young, will live to be free! Ve-ry mortifying, is it not?'
- Bleak House, Chap. XIV.
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