T.S Eliot – The Waste Lands

I was reading The Waste Lands by T.S Eliot and it got me thinking of the environment that man has created for himself through the course of evolution.

Here are some excerpts which I have been reflecting on:

“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief”

“Unreal city,

Under the brown fog of a winter dawn.

Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,

And each man fixed his eyes before his feet”

~ by paviter on September 25, 2008.

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