Weightless and Free

Land and sea, I traveled. Three lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay, with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves. My hand to the plow, my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead. But all efforts…

Hour Three: The disposable nature of pop music

There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…