Hope is Hogwash
stop reading now

Trying to paddle upstream from a raging waterfall frantic in a styrofoam ® canoe, no paddle, hands frozen splashing water into hull, soaking you; even so styrofoam ® floats, death not from drowning. It’s falls that get you, dashing smashing crashing falls, every bone smithereens, small sharp tearing fragments kill you from inside. You never should have read after the explicit title. This is self-inflicted, entirely on you.
~ Wry Welwood, December 2023.





