“The living men that I hate, The dead man that I loved, The craven man in his seat, The insolent unreproved” -W.B. Yeats, The Fisherman Through the smudged glass of the bus window, a …

my thoughts into words
“The living men that I hate, The dead man that I loved, The craven man in his seat, The insolent unreproved” -W.B. Yeats, The Fisherman Through the smudged glass of the bus window, a …