The haze of days

“… a poem for time that flies …”

Who is keeping track?

The polysemy of life is overwhelming, but at the very least it is consistently, inconsistent. Our attempts at conquest… The concept that we can tame that which we don’t truly understand is haughtiness at its best. Time is an example. We wear watches, mount clocks and we even have it emblazoned on our smartphones. OstensiblyContinue reading “Who is keeping track?”