November 28, 2020
Can you hear The Yellow King? I doubt it. He’s hiding behind carefully placed mythologies. What can you hear? He comes and goes with impunity. Some are missed. Most aren't given a thought, not even a statistic. It's characteristic of writing these days to ignore all vestiges of humanity. Why bother? Into the great river it all washes. Faces, once clear as crystal, fade as they dissolve down the existential drains. It's the proper way, the decent way. Mirror is affixed. Do you see now what you used to see? Or has this all been a waste of flesh?