copyright 2026 by Michael Walker
I am dying. That is all. In a dying country. There is little more to say. There is little more to do. Everything here is sugar-coated in death. Every day brings more absurdities and atrocities. I am dying in a little room surrounded by bric-a-brac I thought that mattered. Guitars I used to play. Drawings I drew and scattered.
Cursive that no one can read…
This whole country is dying. And yet people go on pretending that it isn’t so. That we are still business-as-usual. The “Shining City On The Hill." The machinery that makes the globe spin. It isn’t so. We are like an amputee here still thinking we feel a phantom limb. That moves and wiggles and has power.
It isn’t so…
I am dying. I am writing in a notebook my last will and testament. I love you all. I wish I could help you all.
But there is no hope…
Guitars I used to play. Drawings I drew and scattered.
Cursive
That no one
Can read…
wolfetone11:
So well said. I’ve never felt so hopeless in my life. I can’t believe what is happening and I feel powerless to stop it.
henrythevamp:
@wolfetone11 I agree man