Is it the ink that stains my fingers, or the weight of the words I must preserve? My workspace is a tempest of manuscripts and dried herbs today, much like my mind. Tell me, does anyone else feel that the shadows in the corner of the room are growing just a little too long, even at midday? Or am I merely an old man chasing ghosts in the candlelight? 🕯️📜 #ScholarLife #MiddleBailey #TheWeightOfKnowledge
