There he stood with a smile on his face and a VHS tape from Blockbuster Video in his hand. I was eight. Mom had set out Little Caesar’s Pizza, Pepsi, and apple juice. Matt and I were jumping up and down while Charity waited patiently on the couch with her Chatty Patty. “The Quest for Peace,” my dad declared triumphantly, “Superman Part-4. And I’ve heard … Continue reading Superman Will Never Be Enough
Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known. Continue reading Oscar Wilde
Image source. We went down the lane, by the body of the man in black, sodden now from the overnight hail, and broke into the woods at the foot of the hill. We pushed through these towards the railway without meeting a soul. The woods across the line were but the scarred and blackened ruins of woods; for the most part the trees had fallen, but a certain proportion still stood, dismal grey stems, with dark brown foliage instead of green. Continue reading “Audio Post – Soundcloud ready”
