Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Apollo’s ramblings. Dreams tell me a lot but sometimes they blather on like a recalcitrant student or, better, a man who is sure he has all the right answers but never took the wax out of his ears. Just because dreams have a lot to say does not mean–we should listen to them.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust