It’s harder and harder. Living from day to day. Adjusting to
a changing and turbulent world. Could be. That’s part of the aging process. An
inability or a lack of desire. To be modern and contemporary. More and more. I
seek to isolate myself. So that I don’t have to satisfy and please others. Shutting
out distractions. Political, economic, social. Indeed, a sharp contrast. With
my younger days. When I relished being a disruptive force. Now, give me peace
and quiet. Solitude. Funny, isn’t it?
Years ago, I would have welcomed a Donald Trump to the scene. For
upsetting the natural order. Merely for the hell of it. Now I flee to France.
To escape. To Gothic cathedrals. Sitting there. All day. In contemplation. Wondering. If it’s too late. To pursue my true
calling. --Jim Broede
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