Why Do I?

Why do I go on doing these things?
Why not cease?
Is it that you are yet in this world of welterings
And unease,
And that, while so, mechanic repetitions please?

When shall I leave off doing these things?--
When I hear
You have dropped your dusty cloak and taken your wondrous wings
To another sphere,
Where no pain is: Then shall I hush this dinning gear.

- Thomas Hardy

My site of the day: Satan's Laundromat!

http://www.satanslaundromat.com/sl/

See post below for a clip from it (There's a photo to go with it)

Jamaica, Queens.

Me: (is in Jamaica)
Me: (takes picture)
Cop: Why are you taking a picture of a mailbox?
Me: There's no law against taking pictures in public.
Cop: I know that, but why are you taking a picture of a mailbox?
Me: It's not a mailbox. See?
Cop: (looks at sticker that says "Syringes Only! No Mail")
Cop: Why would you want a picture of that?
Me: I'm weird.
Cop: (shrugs, walks away)

yes it's 4:16 pm in London and I desperately want to be there. Not here where it is 11:16 am (or whatever when this gets posted)and it's cold and raining and dreary.