doug : Dare I take a minute to tell you what is on my mind?
friend: Sure
doug : OK. we are on a train careening across a landscape that we can hardly see, but for those with eyes and hearts, there are people out there not doing well, and the train is falling apart, but we can’t stop because most of the people on the train are fed and nourished by its speed. If the train were to stop or slow, they would die, yet the train continues to disintegrate. What to do? Write poems?
friend: go down with the ship.
No Comments