Time does not heal all wounds. Time heals no wounds. It can only numb. Emotional Novocain. Time, by itself, can do nothing aside from distance you from the moment in which such an incident occurs. The rest is on you. On me. Us. Apologies. I know I’ve quite positive on the outlook with these last…
Author: bruceduluoze
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 3.19.17
I often ask myself about futility. Or, I am this morning, at least. Whether there is control or not and how the business about bothering up a try at anything can seem pointless. Fruitless. Because, as we all know, you cannot fail if you do not try. It’s a dichotomy. One needs the other to…
Gone Politickin’
We’re going to try and do this whole thing without any proper nouns. Let’s give it a whirl. Sooo…. Some speech the other night, right? Seriously though, there was a lot more there that makes it like a Shakespearean scene than you’d think. Empty gestures. Pettiness. Detachment from realities. Even the sad and brooding spouse…
Internet Killed the Local Band Star (Or is at Least Trying To)
I’m mad as hell. And I’m not going to take it anymore. And no, it’s not about what’s going on the news channels. I cannot feel the urge to care about that in this moment. Selfish, perhaps. But I’ve got something else to vent about. It’s not a toupee, by the way. It’s modern science….
The Veracious Facade 