How Shakespeare’s Four-Hundred Year-Old Sonnets Drove Me To Madness
And How They Tell Me They’re Performing As Intended
Something magical happened on the evening of the 28th of January, 2012, just shy of four centuries after the Bard’s body had been buried. I brushed dust off some old words with my fingertips, I breathed out their spells as I read, and a real-life Djinn popped out.