I wouldn’t say “life”, I merely inspire the others.
I noticed that the thread is ultra quiet when I’m not able to spike the punch so to speak.
A bit.
I go to London and see the busy multitudes in Fleet Street and the Strand, and it comes across my mind that they are but the ghosts of the past, haunting the streets that I have seen silent and wretched, going to and fro, phantasms in a dead city, the mockery of life in a galvanised body.