Not quite returning to a life never really left
Here’s to scary freedom A jobless, unknown, out of focus Kind of freedom, You don’t know what’s coming Where there are no answers Even the questions are unclear A land of freedom That In many ways Is complete Aside from that one thing That scary thing The unknown unknowing Kind of freedom.
Read More 0004“What do you see in those heavy waters?” I ask. “Nothing but a bureaucrat from the ministry poisoning the buttercups with a new defoliant.” “What’s that I hear?” “The sound of Gershwin on his ghetto blaster.” “What else?” “The atom splitting.” “And the whispering?” “Half truths spilling from the minister’s case, wriggling in the blinding […]
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Back on the Island 