My dear fellow,” said Sherlock Holmes as we sat on either side of the fire in his lodgings at Baker Street, “life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outré results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.”
“And yet I am not convinced of it,” I answered.
a case of identity by sir arthur conan doyle
221B (Always 1895) - Vincent Starrett (written 1942 in chicago)
Irene Adler + (sub)text
We already lived in two different millenniums
We already lived in two different ages
We already lived in 3 different decades
We already passed through: 1/1/1, 2/2/2, 3/3/3, 4/4/4, 5/5/5, 6/6/6, 7/7/7, 8/8/8, 9/9/9, 10/10/10, 11/11/11
And we passed through: 12/12/12
We watched the “End of the World”
And all that before turning 18!
you made my life sound so exciting
And we spent most of it on the internet
Rednavi’s art is always so gorgeous. *-*