"The first man who, having fenced in a piece of land, said “This is mine,” and found people naïve enough to believe him, that man was the true founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody."

Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Discourse on Inequality, 1754

a pathetic creature of meat and bone

a pathetic creature of meat and bone

down and back

going back to the place I left a decade ago

driving alone, three hours, detoured and I’m going to be late

petty aggravations from work bubble in my head

drastic solutions, I’ll quit and close myself off to all of it.

Heading back, sun is setting, window down, 75 miles per hour

wind numbs my arm, every song that comes on is perfect

pastel late spring dusk that lasts for hours

my soul is light and I love everything and everyone

Mom. Mommy. Mommy, where are you mommy?

Mom. Mommy. Mommy, where are you mommy?

"He had, of course, long ago stopped thinking of himself as real."

"Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon."

Susan Ertz

"Truth is greatly overrated, volition where it exists must be protected, wanting itself can be obliterated, some people have forgotten how to want."

Donald Barthelme

"Wittgenstein was I think wrong when he said that about that which we do not know, we should not speak. He closed by fiat a great amusement park, there. Nothing gives me more pleasure than speaking about that which I do not know."

Donald Barthelme