Today is the last day of my 48th year on the planet. I thought it was going to be a really pivotal year, and by most accounts it truly was. Although a good chunk of it was affected by the covid-19 pandemic, it was still quite pivotal. Considering that I’m …
The next chapter of “How to Survive an Estralarian Mind Meld”.
I want to be an “august” person and to live up to my species’ name.
July’s Song of the Month
“As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded.
When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there be for virtue?
When Nature has been so subjugated that she has lost all her original forms, where will that leave the plastic arts?
And so on. In the meantime, things are going to get very murky.”
– Gustave Flaubert
The next chapter of “How to Survive an Estralarian Mind Meld”.
“Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.” – Margaret Atwood, Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth
The next chapter of “How to Survive an Estralarian Mind Meld”.
“We do not need to have a picture of what a true world would be like in order to feel that there is something radically wrong with the world that exists.”
― John Holloway
I’ve recently signed up for a collaborative creative platform called Hitrecord. I was just invited to contribute to a project by contributing a short poem based on the theme “You Are Loved”. This is what I wrote.
