all that I know.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
A dream within a dream by Edgar Allan Poe
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The man picked up the silver spoon, and took a spoonful of the beans in front of him and put it in his mouth. He was going to get out and be a better man, independent and strong. The breakfast was delectable, and he would give anything to relive the feeling of it.
He got on the road, drove on his own. Picking up new items along the way; some expensive, some cheap; some interesting, some boring. As he moved further away from his starting point, he stopped by cafes to try to get the taste again.
Some of the places had food that smelt funny, looked dirty, too oily, too salty, or portions that were too small. He never actually finished the entire plate of food because they weren't what he wanted. He eventually started to drink coffee without sugar as everything felt tasteless any way.
As his stomach growled, he pushed the thought away. He was not going to stop for any cafe just to try it anymore. All he got was food he did not enjoy, he carried on his journey regardless of how the growls were louder than the old engine in his car.
Right at the gas station, his car came to a stop. It could not move. The bonnet was steaming.
He got on the road, drove on his own. Picking up new items along the way; some expensive, some cheap; some interesting, some boring. As he moved further away from his starting point, he stopped by cafes to try to get the taste again.
Some of the places had food that smelt funny, looked dirty, too oily, too salty, or portions that were too small. He never actually finished the entire plate of food because they weren't what he wanted. He eventually started to drink coffee without sugar as everything felt tasteless any way.
As his stomach growled, he pushed the thought away. He was not going to stop for any cafe just to try it anymore. All he got was food he did not enjoy, he carried on his journey regardless of how the growls were louder than the old engine in his car.
Right at the gas station, his car came to a stop. It could not move. The bonnet was steaming.
He had no choice but to wait for the car to cool down. Stepping into the cafe next to the gas station, holding onto his growling tummy, he ordered English breakfast with a cup of coffee.
The waitress gave him two packs of sugar. He told her it was not needed.
Try it again, She said. I'm sure you used to drink with sugar.
He used one sachet of sugar, took a sip, and smiled a bit. The meal was great, accompanied by the coffee.
But somehow he knew it wasn't right. He ate half, and left.
So here's the question:
Was the plate half empty or half full?
M.
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