Summer Notebook, page 71

Falling down hill. Walking on tops of tree branches. Breaking them on the way down. Barking dog, snarling Pomeranian, stabbed by stick and fall in ditch. I'm fine, only cuts on arms, tic-tac-toe and only one bleeding wound drips as I'm walking on tracks, off the normal road, not on the path, where helmets peddle screws of turning wheels. Swans swims… Continue reading Summer Notebook, page 71

Where do we go from here?

Viewing the man who was in the courtroom today, the Colorado spree shooter, I was thinking how the answers for this actions, his plot, might be hidden within some lost and under-read comic-book where the joker appears. Why he committed the crime might seem pointless for many, but it's just another event, just another depiction of utter madness, sadness, societal funk, that as a group of… Continue reading Where do we go from here?