They put handcuffs on his wrists. Hooked right to the table at which he sat. The dopes. Stuck to the fantasy of control. Something that had been gone long before we found him. They clung to nothing. He just played along. The man in the chair. Whoever he was.
Tag: humanity
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 10.29.17
There had been a few ideas bouncing around in the old noggin regarding this. I have yet to commit to any of them. I have that problem at times. And at others, the opposite.
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.20.17
Time! That bastard! All this talk of human might… and yet at the clock’s mercy we all remain. I can hide it or dress it up any way I’d like. As can you. But the ‘tick-tock’ of inevitability can be deafening. Something we all were supposed to learn from Captain Hook, yet never quite did….
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.30.17
I heard someone once say that language is the greatest of all human invention. And though fond I am of sliced bread and pacemakers, me thinks there might be something to that. Because the question arises- would we even have bread, let alone the pre-sliced and packaged variety, if we never learned how communicate? Which…
The Veracious Facade 