Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
I am starting to feel about the world the way I have felt when my friends committed suicide: that I could have done something more, that I should have listened more, that I should have engaged with them when they cried out for it, whether quietly or loudly.
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