And what does that mean for pictures, supposedly worthy of a thousand of them?
October 2008
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When Did Words Begin to Lose Their Meaning?
We’re at the corner. The question is, will we turn it? Why are there so many people in this country, this world, who are afraid of the answer?
Birds Fly South in the Winter, Fortunately
I followed a crack in the pavement, its fissure worn smooth by the thousands and thousands of footprints otherwise occupied by the billboards. Alters of pimp. Ignoring the 20 foot tall Big Macs and the neon tinged venus flytraps, I continued to look down, I continued to follow. Days got shorter, sleeves longer, but the cleave remained. It led me past strip malls and dealerships, schools and metal detectors, past promises and lies.
What began frivolously became a earnest crusade. I thought I’d be led to you. But it was now winter, and the place you had sat maybe waiting for me, was covered in the cruelest of blankets. The crack hidden as well, only the breadcrumbs were left to guide me home, where I hoped the fire would be as warm for me, as I knew it was for you.
