This is my life,
these are my words;
- take of them what you will...
(throat clearing noise)
So there was this sculpture - a sign really - and it said:
HOPEI saw it hanging on a fence at Central & McDowell, made of gleaming sheet-metal, in block letters about a foot high.
Truth is, I don't have much to say these days, tend to keep my own council - a product of getting older, I suppose...
And the reverence I once had for the Arts has greatly diminished:
One man* builds a brick wall; another paints a painting - often based on nothing more than personal predilection. Who deserves more accolades?Call it Zen.
Call it being a crochety old man.
Call it whatever you want.
But when "HOPE" appeared, I felt like something important had been transmitted.
So this is me saying thank you. I heard you. I get it.
Thank you for reaching out.
And I will attempt to do the same.
In a crochety old man way, perhaps, but nonetheless...
*woman, child, sentient being from the stars, whatever...