Tuesday, December 30, 2003

And in the end

2003 seems to have been about nothing except war and death. global and local. 2004? Surely more of the same: it's come to that part of the cycle. All I can say is I've learned closure is self-imposed fascism. Deny it.

ie: anyway the wind blows.
cue Queen.

And so, in the waning hours of this most worthless of years, may I wish Big Love on you all. My resolution? Make love, but also mustn't forget to take some. Everyone needs nourishment. Saints not allowed.

peace, d


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