sometime in late August
by P. R. Lowe
Sometimes it is so much easier to turn the face away… to be an “unwitnessing fool”…for when you see…or know…then, you are compelled to do something…and if you do not, you are consumed by a furtive guilt and/or grief. Then you bury or deny this with the ways of the external world. Your soul begins to die, a little piece at a time…until you are no more than “just another zombie”, roaming the wasteland looking for sustenance of any kind from anywhere. A consumer on auto pilot.