3 feet of snow melted in one record-settingly warm day in Michigan gushes down the rain gutters. Smoke from what is one of my final cigarettes wafts into the mist. The decay of a civilization bound to finance like an idiot to a shiney object seethes in the hearts of the people around us. There are no geniuses in a time like this. There are no futures. We fester and pulse. Disappointment in my contemporaries has pulled me to minor pleasures; fantasies are the only livelihood for the imagination... read more
