A fitting poem by a Master

shropshire picThe Land of Lost Content
by Alfred Edward Housman

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

This is how I feel at the moment 🙂 I’ve lost my old ‘un-digitial’ life somewhere along the way, and as Sam Anderson puts it, ”it’s too late to just retreat to a quieter time”. This quote appears in The Shallows by Nicholas Carr, (a book I’ve been raving about for ages). It comes from an original article called ‘In defense of distraction’, written by Anderson for New York magazine in 2009.

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