Hoy es el cumpleaños del maestro Poe. Hoy beberemos el obscuro néctar de la depresión, el horror y la ansiedad.
“Be silent in that solitude,
which is not loneliness -for them
the spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee- and their will
shall overshadow thee: be still.
(Spirits of the Dead, 1827)
