From far across the great divide
I see what it might turn out to be
Once I fall into the chasm
Once I finally find my place
Sure enough, the coast is clear but
I cannot take a single step
Strangled by a lingering stigma
Keeping me from finding my place
Stoplight waltz and the way you said things
Words danced gracefully off the tip of your tongue
Charisma, baby, you’ve got it
And your eyes are drowning in it
I am genuinely sad about Code Blackgoing off of the air. I was able to handle it when it was first announced, but now that we’ve seen the finale I’m stuck in a weird, sad pseudo-state of disbelief. Everything wrapped up, I do appreciate that there were no hanging ends… but that can’t be it… it can’t be over! That show was beautiful, every character …
The land is hard and rocky, tough and relentless – large, layered and smooth, crawling from the sea, prehistoric giants lunge and fall and stay. Halted. Unable to go any further.
Piles of broken rock and boulders overlook the shore, they guard the ends of the earth. The land here does not belong to man, it belongs to the earth – you are a guest here, a visitor, and a student.
A week and a half ago I went up to New England – my old stomping ground from college – revisited some places, visited some new places, did a lot of thinking. It’s funny how time can talk in unexpected moments and keep silent when you’d expect to hear a voice from the past.