Liberty is all bound up and we should handle with care, but do our monkey heads remember what drove all the shit against the blades of the fan? Here in BK I still pass little Catholic type shrines to the 9/11 victims… just tacked to trees like a car accident, or a random shooting had happened there… candles lit and pictures and it makes my monkey mind reel…
The thing I hate most is how aiplanes look and sound to me now… they were always the site of romance and hope for me… I lived for airports and the hope of Exodus from Connecticut… I’d look up and it was like prayer when the jets flew by… it was hope… not so easy now. You feel like Dylan Thomas on your own Fern Hill at sunset
