Thursday, November 3, 2016

future blues

There are lonely nights like this, when the rain is constant and the future is maddening, that I get the Blade Runner Blues. When humanity takes yet another backwards step and the bad times can seemingly only get worse. When they've sounded all the alarms of catastrophe—and a new power braces to take hold.  And you blindly hang your feet over the edge of that great unknowable precipice, the beginning of the end.  And ponder someone you love...and what lay ahead. What’s it all for, anyways? And why the hell does any of it matter anymore? When a somber melody tells the only truth.