We are turning into a nation of whimpering slaves to Fear
Words are such a poor medium when you really want someone to feel something.
Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.
I learned a long time ago that reality was much weirder than anyone's imagination.
It drops us into a vigorous current, a constant state of misguided control. The doomed generation takes a final step forward, ignoring all the signs that state the obvious, and leaps into a trip no drug known to man could ever encompass.
There is something fresh and crisp about the first hours of a Caribbean day, a happy anticipation that something is about to happen, maybe just up the street or around the next corner.