Saturday, April 15, 2017
city of the dead
The Moronovian question: what is going on? ended in silence. Silence is not something to write home about. It's no reason for self-congratulation. Emptiness offers no peg on which to hang one's hat. It's more like standing at the edge of the ocean and gazing into the infinite. Haze sometimes makes it difficult to distinguish where ocean ends and sky begins.