In a week I will be 64. The odd people I once knew, landed somewhere across the Atlantic, now either dead or faded into anonymity. I’m not even sure they understood where they were coming from, let alone going to, for lack of any communication skills beyond their own mind set. How they struggled to be the status quo, in a regime of banana republic double standards. Stuck in the political no-zone between lost adolescence and latent xenophobia. Never really aspiring anything beyond that deleterious comfort zone. The wanton pillars of a community that scarcely remains a memory. The lame attempts on social media, only to be blatantly ignored. Did you honestly think I had nothing better to do than conform to such petty platitudes. Like a ship in the night I simply moved on until that last beacon disappeared beyond the horizon. As always I had other plans but you were always too full of yourselves to even notice. Que sera.
