After the fire the cold returns, we think we have learned but it has all burned. Nothing is lost but all meaning is gone. No forevers. We are just temporary arrangements of love.
Month: June 2016
Tower of the Sun
A ruin in waiting. Tower of the sun. The rich will rise and set. Now just a photo. The sun flares one more time.
The System
Photo taken in front of the San Francisco Federal Reserve building from the Occupy SF encampment in 2011. This iPhone photo is one of my most viewed photos. Far more views than most of my landscape photos. So, is the system still built this way?
Broken
Yes, she did find love the voice intones with wisdom born from knowing the past, or is it the future? But now she is broken and the melancholy though hopeful score is of no help.
Hey voice, actually do something helpful or shut up! Right, you are just a voice. The voice believes it has shone through the clouds, a revelation it thinks, but it just reveals the broken walk of stars.