The Collapse of Empire and the ‘dick’ removal business.

"Girls who are boys, who like boys to be girls. Who do boys like they're girls, who do girls like they're boys. Always should be someone you really love." - Blur The signs are everywhere. Written on walls by youth. Singers and playwrights warp the scenes to incorporate its passing. Its that beast that slouches. We are in a free fall. I am a fan of history, or I should say, I like stories about history, I like the narratives. And one I read recently reminded me of the process of the 'fall of civilizations', the process of that demise in a few generations.

Summer of Love: Revisited

The summer is over and the shadow of winter casts a cold fog at my back door early this morning. I am prepared for a cold winter. The summer of love ended in September 1967 and all those love children moved on. Or did they? Heart broke and the loss, and melancholia at the end of what seemed like a free lunch that would go on forever... Marty Balin and that Jefferson Airplane crowd seeped away, like the others that lead the culture, clots from a dying dream and headed back to real town, USA.


The versions of old stories took on a life of their own. The sheer amount of time involved, expressed itself as well. Like myths do. It began to no longer be a campfire tale, an interesting thing one speaks about on a long voyage. It seemed it became the most logical answer to that age-old problem -- well, wonder that is...many people tried to exploit it, they push mystery...

Autumn 1932, London, England…a hotel?

Autumn 1932, London, England: Cold grey October day, wind gusting….

I step out of the front lobby doors of the Sandman Castle Inn, put my hands in my overcoat pockets and pulled my long coat closer around me, against that bitter chill of the fall wind. The world was getting colder; it had been a long trip by steamer...

What do you think I am? (Breaking the Fourth Wall )

"Sometimes I rest in the stillness -- far out there, on the way back.
I stop and I am held without the weight of my life.
Listening to the cacophony of noise rise from that little circle.
Into my inky blackness, and I look back to their home.
It took me a long time to realize I was different from them.
That I was not the clothes I was wearing."

Propaganda and the “Great Narrative” or, “How the future doesn’t need us”

Do you have the time. Are you patient enough to read and take this all in; are you focused enough? Your attention span how far will it go here without ditching what is being said to you for another idea that is crowding your consciousness for your immediate attention. Some ephemeral bullshit of what's important today. The Dutch farmers, or Ukraine and the Nazis. Biden asking what shoes he is supposed to wear today...