a sea of irrelevance

“We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn’t, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares. But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell’s dark vision,… Continue reading a sea of irrelevance

the cycle

it is a fact that the grass is much greener where you water it, yet while these stiff blades craved a flood the salty waterworks provided a temporary wonder until the salt reached its roots and stung my tongue, licking long lost wounds a reminder— the grass that is dead can yet still be watered