The End of Endings
I think of the neverending flashing cacophony of meaningless materialistic existence - one cheap thing after another, one needless convenience after another, all making us weaker, softer, dumber
and I want it to end.
I see Democrats and Republicans make their loud, shameless circuses parade through our consciousness in a neverending stream of blind cheerleading, misplaced vitriol, and hateful one-upmanship, not giving an inch, saying it’s their way or destruction, can’t you see?! -
and I want it to end.
Memories of a Dead Man
He said he would try to meet his art heroes sooner.
With the fresh but faint aroma of old company in the air reminding me of all I’ve done wrong and and all I’ll never be,
I sent an email to George Carlson.
