Wonderful View XXXI

With so much death and paranoia around nowadays, one would suppose we should have an intensely progressive science of death.

A sort of ‘necrothology’, to either clarify the inevitable or even present alternative scenarios which resemble ‘hope’.

The Perfect Balance

When time passes by, I do long for the fuzzy 70s. The time when that illusive balance of ‘defiance’ and ‘faith’ lingers so beautifully in art and music…

As fuzzy as the rapes at Woodstock, the pretty long hairs of Manson’s girls, the piled cadavers on Jim Jones’ happy little hippie town...