paying off more in precious memories than in $’s.
As the fuse of time is eaten by the fire it was lit with, I sit & try to bottle all of those 25 seasons into something small.
Something that sums it all up quickly & easily.
But I can’t.
If i want to go on in detail I’d be leaving behind more than just a page.
I speak to you from a tumultuous age;
where present is clutched & torn. The past on one side. The future on the other. Shrouded in tentative musings that the right & the wrong directions can take on each others title from time to time.
I hope that you, living in your present— my future— are reading this free from consternation and stalled wheels. Unburdened by authority & spirit barking at each other. That maybe things have been revisited & worked out. And that the disaster I suspect to be catalyzing worldwide (100 years removed from The Great War) has not come to be a reality. That after all, I was just made to be crazy by current transpirations because I cared…but that it was also made so difficult to care about everything all the time.
I hope that you are enjoying life. Not just out here to seek respite from all the bullshit offered, unsolicited at every intersection in our cities.
Look out south and know that from where you stand, I once did…Hoping for an end to humanity’s angst…And if you are just a machine, well, I don’t expect anything other than the burning of these words. For you aren’t even a you, and what lay across this bay; the beauty, the solace, The Spirit, is lost. And my lunacy proved correct.