On the Importance of reading
However long the night, morning will come. During the night God repaired the silk-cotton tree and the fig-tree was no longer upset. It took time for the fig-tree to learn that the Dionysian is stormy engine of reality and the apollonian is a manufactured tool kit. I spent my childhood embracing absurdity while fearing it. I was the camel spider living in the shadows of those who wandered the piss and blood-stained deserts of bent plastic playground slides and swings. I was the dust mite hanging the sleeves kids with the newest Jordan’s while I was forced to wear hand me downs. Hand me downs that my brothers graciously passed to me because they thoroughly out grew them. I always appreciated those gifts of boots and sneakers in an array of colors. Each having a different color making it easier for me to learn how to color code and match. While there were times when I would wear suit pants, two sizes too big for me, with sneakers and polychromatic shirt with a front pocket, ...