Merry Christmas to a divided world.
Category: wasteland
shall we count our blessings?
let’s play God; what’s your next move?
beyond the horizon,

touch me, temporarily.
a tad more distant than the horizon.
are you prepared for the end?
between a rock and a hard place

Have you ever tried to fit in?
gentlewomen.
there is a kind of silence that crushes the soul.
carnage.
we too shall pass.
death

life’s constant companion.
a grain of sand and nevermore.
Lessons From a 5,000-Year-Old Kenyan Cemetery

we become dust with no identity, no purpose — but to float on by.

