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.

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. Suspended. 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." -- LOOKING BACK FROM SO FAR OUT (2015) ...