Melancholy

HENCE, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly:
There's nought in this life sweet
If man were wise to see't,	5
But only melancholy,
O sweetest Melancholy!
Welcome, folded arms, and fixèd eyes,
A sigh that piercing mortifies,
A look that's fastened to the ground,	10
A tongue chain'd up without a sound!
Fountain-heads and pathless groves,
Places which pale passion loves!
Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed save bats and owls!	15
A midnight bell, a parting groan!
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley;
Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.

-J. Fletcher (1579-1625)

The Squiggles Initiative

We spend so may years actively participating in what the world calls "non-verbal communication". Whether its the Curse of the Boring Teacher or Attack of Stupidities or just plain boredom, we loved nothing better than to use those last pages of our notebooks for playing games, chatting or simply doodling.

It was so great to be able to sit next to your friends and share your ramblings.

Sure, we have moved far away from each other, but why should the fun stop just because we don't see each other everyday?

This blog is an honest, slightly unrealistic attempt by two friends who don't care how far they live.

They know their minds are always on the same page.

Through this blog we pay homage to those random squiggly lines that once upon a time covered our notebooks.
Only this time, there will be no shrill teacher screaming at us :D