
Sometimes, when I’m procrastinating, I think of this section from The Waste Land.
“I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?”
As I recall, he’s referencing the Fisher King from Arthurian legend.
Perhaps tonight, while I waste my time decompressing from work, I’ll think to myself, “Shall I at least set my lands in order?”