

Things fall apart

The centre cannot hold

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world


The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere


The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
— W.B. Yeats (The Second Coming)


Things fall apart

The centre cannot hold

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world


The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere


The ceremony of innocence is drowned.
— W.B. Yeats (The Second Coming)