First your eyes
This sequence of events
Winds off the warm sea
What I see
NB - 5/96
Death comes for us all, but between, we want so much that the ache can sometimes make death feel near. All these things, so entrancing, so self-affirming, and so, well, pervasive. TV, movies, magazines, web sites, our neighbor's wife... The alure of what we do not have but must have is overwhelmg.
After the latest fall of Khandahar, the few children remaining whole yearned for one thing, and one thing only - no more, please Allah, no more.
Is what we want, what we need?
Down at the crossroads, Robert Johnson sold
his soul to the devil to be the best damn guitar-player in the world. As
well he may have been. What are we selling ours for?
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