still in my eyes
the dream is still in my head
i heave a sigh and sadly smile
and lie awhile in bed
i wish that it might come to pass
not fade like all my dreams
just think of what my life might be
in world like i have seen
i don’t think i can carry on,
carry on this cold and empty life
my spirits are low in the depths of despair
my lifeblood spills over…
(fragment of vi. soliloquy – 2112 – rush)
When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.
— Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (1859-1930)
my injured tendon is kind of putting an end to my cycling season… and this is not funny at all.