Lod

Well the world made another circumnavigation of the sun throuh orbit, and people watched a lit up ball drop to mark the occassion.  Isn't that wild?

Foreign dispatches alert me to the weariness of life.  Sending out messages in a split second that run through internal spying apparati, only to bounce back.  All for the purpose of having seen somebody say "hello" and share some lame platitudes.

I got a cup of coffee because something was missing.  My head space is all elaborate cupboards and desk drawers.  I am rummaging.

There was this city known as Lod.  It was heartbreakingly beautiful, on some imaginary map of what looks like central Poland.  The churches and religious buildings were raised in dedication not to the owner of the universe but to worship Beauty and its Forms through education and awareness.  The irony of Lod was that foreign travelers introduced Slavery, which was thought by some of the citizens to be Beautiful.  A married couple lost their minds because of this, and moved out to the frontier to become outlaws, since no place was more ugly than the frontier.  With Diamonds in their Minds they remained Beautiful, without Slavery, but only Love.

Some other scraps there.  Something about slave traders passing by with slaughtered cattle, the quest for a house (without the desire to build one), drunk dreams of famous turned infamous Lod and all the Slaves who had their Vision and Dreams scattered as the Churches stood and weathered the undercurrents of disgusting Principles.