evening commute

Dear Dark/Adapted,

I will keep holding on, scrabbing for conciousness and meaning and significance in every moment, as much as my feeble human soul allows...

-Bob


(music for the homeward bound:
"What I sey....DIRECT!...From Kingston Jamaica...
Kingston Jamaica Jah man!...
i's ROOTZ UNDEGROUND!!!
T'ing called 'Time Is An Illusion'...
Check 'em stylin' massive...." )