Mar 7, 2021

When the city no longer even has a name.

In the end, the earth reclaims all. Who will honor the late citizens when the city is gone? When the city no longer even has a name. Where an immense urban ghost hovers where a city once stood. When structural ghosts have replaced the crumbling buildings and highways. Wisps in the night fog and no one to remember. In the end, the earth reclaims all. Wisps in the night fog. Wisps in the night fog.


Who was that man? The one I called Myself. Where did he go? When I look at myself I don’t see Myself anymore, I see a man I like better. It’s probably best that the old guy is gone. Minutes turn into years like raindrops turn into oceans. When you look at yourself, tell me, what do you see?


What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?

-Vincent van Gogh

We need to decide that we will not go to war, whatever reason is conjured up by the politicians or the media, because war in our time is always indiscriminate, a war against innocents, a war against children.

-Howard Zinn

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

-Samuel Beckett 

Have faith in your instincts. Forgive yourself and let that old crap go. Keep some room in your heart for gratitude.


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