Mindless and Blindness


It is normal that birds are more quiet as summer wends on, but the park these last weeks feels sterile. Not as in the sense meaning clean, but devoid of life.

Yesterday I documented my tax dollars at work…

It get me down. It makes me angry. It takes me days to simmer down enough to write something rational. Then I think maybe I should write when I am boiling inside, or when I’m crying over the ignorance, insensitivity, violence and waste – that is the city’s stewardship of this precious natural resource.

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