Stray Writings

(XVIII)

I don’t believe in the gospels, the Koran, the Talmud, the eternity of the human soul, hell, or the promises of leaders; but I desperately want to believe in fate. A certain kind of fate. The fate that weaves through the seven verses of “Tangled Up in Blue”.

Kevin Crispin
What do you think is up to my right in the picture? A cob web? Probably a cob web. Or maybe it's my Beatles records on top of my air conditioner. It's certainly not fresh, new wainscoting.

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