All the control we sought over the weather
Fragile is our weather. Our weather may not be broken but it is breakable. All the control we sought over it is coming to fruition—but weather rejects our desired ends with vengeance.
:- Doug.
Fragile is our weather. Our weather may not be broken but it is breakable. All the control we sought over it is coming to fruition—but weather rejects our desired ends with vengeance.
:- Doug.
“They know that I love them,” and “They know what I want if I get sick” are code for “I am afraid to talk about it.”
:- Doug.
I dive through the popping
trickling babbling of my tiny fountain
into the larger of the universe
and am never to be seen
seein’ scene the same again
:- Doug.
Nudge the world in the good direction.
:- Doug.