The Last Broadcast

There comes a point when you feel nothing, when the past is really the past, a distant point in time that stakes no claim on the future -- an amalgam of recollection that contains the actual and the imagined, not just the perfect world version of what could have been possible. You can’t escape yourself and I no longer desire to. This is the last point. [I hope, I hope!] Too much wordiness when all I wanted to say was too unimportant to even be written. It’s Tuesday, such a shitty perspective of late, there’s a whole world out there.