I had long ago stopped believing in promises. Biological imperatives, yes. Environmental factors, yes. Promises, no.
I do believe very much in the idea of unexpected or 'convulsive' beauty - beauty in the service of liberty.
At the end of their conversation, for no good reason, he told a joke. What’s brown and sticky? I know that one, the Voice said. A stick. A turd. Click.
The trees were putting on their September garments, brown and red and yellow,
Some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.
I am walking forever on the path from the border to base camp. It is taking a long time, and I know it will take even longer to get back. There is no one with me. I am all by myself. The trees are not...