Reflections on Tinder

There's nothing wrong with listing your profession as "registered nurse," but "unregistered nurse" would definitely be more interesting.

“Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it.” - Brecht

Sorry, Bertolt. It's neither.

Art is a game.

Translation

"Art" is a kind word for failed entertainment.

Time Capsule Poem

We who are now dust
Wish you to know
How warmly the blood pumped in our veins;
How fervently we loved each other,
This life, these humble towns.

Although we died,
We did not live to die;
Our time was not the ticking clock’s to count,
But something measured by the beating heart,
Which knew the worth and weight of every breath,
And faithfully,
With tender gratitude,
Marked out the hours, till its hour came.

You cannot grieve us; we are too long dead.
No one who lives can still remember us.
But if you wish to pay us homage (though
An homage we will never feel or know),
Then cling more tightly to each other when
The winter wind or drenching summer rain
Lashes, tonight, across these fields we loved.

And then forget us. We have had our say.
This world is for the living. Dust is dust. Live well.

Surprise

Sometimes I think that the worst, laziest, most contemptibly complacent and useless thing anyone can possibly say is "I'm not surprised."

The Good Fear

This is the good fear.
This fear says Work.
This fear says Move forward.
This fear says You are alive.

Escalator

 Whenever I see a bunch of people standing still on an escalator, I feel an impulse to scream at them, "Don't you understand? This is your LIFE!"

But I usually don't.