I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

narrative rollercoaster

My three favorite things about this, other than general greatness:
1. The little red ghost in the Lengthy Prologue line.
2. The unlabeled lawnmowing man.
3. The fact that there are two unicorns in the park, but they don’t seem to have found one another — and one of them is falling in badly-written love with a hornless horse.

[With thanks to Steve Froehlich for sending it to me.]