Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
The weight on our souls now is not only to honor the lives of the more than thirty thousand Palestinians slaughtered by the Israeli government and its supporters, but to not lose, or not lose sight of the fight for which they were murdered. The fight for the right of return, for self-determination, for humanity among humanity. Against the empire, against colonialism and the lies told in its favor for centuries.
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