CAN’T WAIT.
distraction #1 Ben Whishaw is John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
it’s loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness; but will keep
a bower quiet for us, and a sleep
full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morow are we wreathing
a flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence of inhuman dearth,
Of noble natures of the GLOOMY days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
made for our searching: yes, in spite of all.
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
from our dark spirits.
