There Will Be A Time
For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume? The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot Tonight after work, I move into my new apartment. I’ve been dreading it. At first I thought I dreaded the move because it was…