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.
Sunday, June 20, 2021
Appalachian American Ennui Nearing its Worst: The Disappearance of Summer Wells
When something like this occurs, metaphorically, it's the equivalent of pulling the fitted sheet off of an old decrepit mattress in some cheap motel and marveling at the residual filth, stained by the worst of humanity. All on God's watch.
This is just up the road in Hawkins County. Just this side of hell.



