Weirdly that never occurred to me before. Totally fits.

OK, but who is this guy and why do I keep seeing him?

woof

Been playing the fan made Fallout: London, and noticed yesterday that my saves measure game time in days. So much of my time spent in the wasteland over the years.

I memorized Shakespeare Sonnet 68 in high school, it’s basically about how a people without powder or wigs made out of dead people’s hair are much more interesting and beautiful for showing their age. It’s never been more relevant than here:

Thus is his cheek the map of days outworn,
When beauty liv’d and died as flowers do now,
Before the bastard signs of fair were borne,
Or durst inhabit on a living brow;
Before the golden tresses of the dead,
The right of sepulchres, were shorn away,
To live a second life on second head;
Ere beauty’s dead fleece made another gay.
In him those holy antique hours are seen,
Without all ornament, itself and true,
Making no summer of another’s green,
Robbing no old to dress his beauty new;
   And him as for a map doth Nature store,
   To show false Art what beauty was of yore.