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[dayonfire]

It was another interrogative morning. Questions tilting at everything.

The news, the reason for so-called entertainment, the validity of art.

Some days you wake up and walk outside at dawn and see the indigo world waking up, and anything more seems redundant, a culture working hard at padding a resume.

Comments

[anonymous]

I seems like it wasn't that long ago that the only beer you could purchase in a bar or liquor store was of the watery massed-produced American variety; unless, that is, you wanted to pay more than double for an import that left the Dutch laughing at the wharf. The big joke in the canal boat tours in Amsterdam was that they pumped pure spring water deep out of wells for domestic beer, and used canal water for the beer they sent to America