Gift a subscription Writes The Journal of Lingering Sanity1 min ago Well quite the conundrum. “You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on.” Samuel Beckett, The Unnamable. What times are these when we Tweet and live? Unthinkable that older era. Even podcasts fail in the moment to convey the message live and direct through the skull and all the senes that this “human” era, epoch, brief interlude in the sun like a May Fly is Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man CRUCIFIED by MAMMON and you - you- you- Das Man-just go to work day in day out like a damn automaton.
“Modern man wakes up to the fact that the elemental forces he has enslaved in his machinery are turning against him with ever growing, viciously destructive force.”
And it is said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and so it will be with our Dear Mother, as she rears her aching, rufied head to deal with the contagion known as fallen man, or so I expect.
I will be pleasantly surfing the zuvuya, meanwhile. Hanging ten.
“Modern man wakes up to the fact that the elemental forces he has enslaved in his machinery are turning against him with ever growing, viciously destructive force.”
And it is said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and so it will be with our Dear Mother, as she rears her aching, rufied head to deal with the contagion known as fallen man, or so I expect.
I will be pleasantly surfing the zuvuya, meanwhile. Hanging ten.
This is very concerning, the daughter should legally have no say, but she has the hospital's soldiers and generals to egg her on.
They have removed your wife's access to your strength at a time of great vulnerability.
Edit: oops I went back in *history* and have commented on the wrong post.