Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
We see people going about the same dreams as our forebears, when it could be the dreams themselves that are the issue. We might have to dream to dream anew, or wait through the nightmare for an indefinite period of time, without dreams.
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