Didn't people die every day that you did whatever it was that you did before the day that you died? All while the uncomfortable truth emerged and whispered that you made no good goddamn difference, while the others stress to burnish into new time the lie that says that even that has got to stand good for something, even if, in truth, it was good for absolutely nothing.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Chrissy Hyndes
An anthem to the power of a photograph. It "hijacked her world that night." I praise the poetry and pedal steel." One of the greatest piece ever put together.
