. . . yet there is no avoiding time, the sea of time, the sea of memory and forgetfulness, the years of promise, gone and unrecoverable, of the land almost allowed to claim its better destiny, only to the claim jumped by evildoers known all too well, and taken instead and held hostage to the future we must live in now forever.

Solvitur ambulando¹

There is no accounting for taste because the boundary conditions for bad taste are infinite like eternal space but those for good taste are sequestered by the boring and the familiar. There is a future in being a gatekeeper of taste but power corrupts etc.

Jun 23, 2021

It was sunny outside, and the light and heat made me forget that it was cold and windy too. I was walking. I walked past people who were baffled by my upbeat attitude, my “walking-on-a-cloud” gait, my luminescent aura, and the big grin plastered on my face. Some of the people who passed me by asked me, “Why are you smiling?” They say, scandalized, “What is there to be happy about?” They asked, “What is your secret?” I don’t say anything. I just kept walking. I will tell them, but first I need to let you know. As I write this, a new year has begun. It is the First of January, Two Thousand Twenty-Two.

"what fresh hell is this?" i ask, surprised by the freshness of the hell at my local neighborhood hell store.

November 16, 2021