We’re dealing with lunatics– that’s why there are no real rules to which we adhere. We fear our own mortality, yet we regularly perpetuate death with our actions. We are all mad.
I tire of paddocking my heart against the lunacy. William Carlos Williams wrote, “You cannot live and keep free of briars.” The briars of my youth rip through my flesh like shrapnel. I’ve built these battlements from the broken brambles of my innocence.
Illustration: “The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini”– 1945, Salvador Dali