If I haven’t heard a word in ten years, assume you’re dead
Or guest of the Feds
Or cultivated a better class of friends
Not mad, tip the hat, fingers don’t touch the brim
Lid don’t touch my naps
Andy Capp, go ’head, pencil him in
Last one standin’, what he scream in the wind
At the end, at-at the end
“The world goes on forever, the horizon rolls back forever, the earth never rounds into a globe. Travel on and on, you’ll never come back to where you started from, which is not to say that your journey changes you or the time that your journey takes allows for great changes so that your point of departure will, on your return (having traveled for so long in the same direction and coming around the world) be unrecognizable to you. It’s to say that there’s always going to be more and the idea that the world was a single limited globe turns out to be a wildly unlikely mistake.”
Michael Cisco