All that could have been

Really feeling the span of decades. The clicking of time. The frittering away of time. The waste of time. Years looking forward to possibilities for the weekend, sitting on porches and watching, hoping, dreaming. And soon the discomfort of ages, the pivot to spot-check behind me as earth passes by, feeling its draft, the breeze …

On the Variation of Social Species

Saw a kid walking down the street, had a totally strange kind of affect. Wore all brown, hair in 20 directions, mustache bigger than a musketeer, off-centered glide as he threw peace signs out to the car that stopped for his crosswalk. Probably high or perma-fried. The kid was so far down the strangeness scale …

Marketplace

It’s been said that the Internet is a marketplace of ideas. I’ve always thought that made for great ad copy. But I think I understand now. It is a place where everybody is trying to sell their ideas…but nobody’s buying. All custom memetic concepts up to 50% off this week only. Come in and SAVE!