Two tobacco brown rivers slit the soil. Past the hedges and burrows and scarlet-veined ivy, the land triangulates. Golden bushels of wheat and grain and pebbled soybeans. Cash… Read more “Why Stop Here?”
Inside this inner bubble, the world floats by, bobbling.
People, places and ideas are fragmented everywhere, always waiting for us to find them and make them whole.
Each passing day brings fresh new observation, insights, and explorations on the self.
She don’t trust men who masquerade, men holier than thou, men who lead the pack. These men deceive. They are charlatans, these men without chaos.
At each stage of human existence we have achieved the impossible. Our deepest potential has always created a new tomorrow.
How much are appearances controlled for vs. How much is genuine reflection of reality?
Claire is misunderstood by all. She’s a black sheep, an outlaw, a high-heeled gunslinger.
I’ve turned somewhat into my own secret agent. A voyeur of sorts, always observing the human condition.
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This story will make you think twice about all of those people you are passing on the streets. Perhaps this whirlwind of a world has planted little messengers all around us.