January 3, 2026 …Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. ~Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias The ill, the elderly, the infirm…Sometimes they emit an involuntary, mournful humming, something between a whimper and a sob. An undercurrent murmur of subtle grief. In nursing facilities, assisted […]















