Nubag #31 (a year in the life)
Embers – Max Richter
“To die, – To sleep, – To sleep!
Perchance to dream: – ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;”