Wandering by lone sea breakers

and sitting by desolate streams.

The internet is for…

Listening to Regina:

Apres moi, le deluge

Which in my rough French translates to  ‘After me comes the flood’. But where’s that from.

Queue the internet.

When I die, let earth and fire mix:
It matters not to me, for my affairs will be unaffected.

A fragment of a tragedy whose author has not been identified (Tragicorum Fragmenta Adespota, 513 Nauck)

Awesome. Thanks Tim.