Land of my ancestors, upon which they worked and walked; through life ephemeral, into life eternal.
At the tail end of infinity, the mark of perfection is drawn. With a secret fantasy of invincibility, we are born. The wish to be without blemish. To approach being above reproach. No missed takes, unaccustomed to mistakes. Ultra-self sufficiency without knowledge of inadequacies. A Midas of sorts, whose deeds and words are 99... Continue Reading →