Into oblivion.

I have the option. To resign. To retire. To quit.  In essence, to leave this world. I don’t have to participate anymore. I don’t like what’s going on. Politically. Economically. Socially. No reason to stick around. Better to say goodbye. And retreat. To my cave. My cocoon. My hideaway. Oh, I still want so much to live and thrive. But I can do it.  More or less by myself.  With a handful of trusted contacts. Cristina and a few friends. That’s all I need.  As a last resort. I can wander aimlessly. Into the solitude of an arid desert. And disappear. Into oblivion. --Jim Broede