We’re Going to Die.
You are not the exception to death.
You are not the exception to death.
And then one day it all goes black. All the stories you’ve held in your chest are released to fly into the night. It’s like waking up from a long sleep, but instead of morning grog, you are met with stunning clarity.
When moments of clarity arrive, do you take advantage of them or let them slip away, returning again to the fog of addiction?
Yesterday I skipped and recited sidewalk crack superstition; tomorrow I will be dust.
Refuse to continue passively participating, as advertisers and manufacturers want you to.
A film succeeds inasmuch as it makes you feel like you’ve just experienced something, and David Lowery’s ‘A Ghost Story’ succeeds remarkably well.
On the flip, if this crazy, magical world that sometimes smells like lavender and always spins is not only real, but points to something even more real than itself, cut me off a slice of that. I want in.
I don’t celebrate his death; I’m more brokenhearted by how he lived his life.
It takes us to a place where pain and rejection don’t exist, but neither does beauty or intimacy.
It’s Margaret Sanger’s Aryan dream come true…









