what is this

Hearken, thou craggy ocean pyramid!

Give answer from thy voice – the sea-fowl’s screams!

When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams?

When from the sun was thy broad forehead hid?

How long is’t since the mighty Power bid

Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams –

Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunbeams –

Or when gray clouds are thy cold coverlid?

Thou answerest not, for thou art dead asleep.

Thy life is but two dead eternities –

The last in air, the former in the deep!

First with the whales, last with the eagle skies!

Drown’d wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep,

Another cannot wake thy giant size!

-to aisla rock, john keats

this is how i feel when i walk down a street, like part of something bigger: spatially, socially, culturally, historically, sonically. this is where the name craggyland came from