At times I feel writing is the most pointless of art forms. When finished you’re not left with a painting to hang on your wall. Nor a sculpture to put in your garden. You’re left with a PDF file that rests in the depths of an old PC, never to be seen again.
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“Day by day we walk on,
Our feet pressing the same earth
Our fathers and our fathers’ fathers
Walked day by day,
While they walked on.
Day by day we walk on,
Hush, little ones,
Don’t tell the earth we love her yet.
We will sleep in her soon enough,
But for now we walk on.”
@rwpmlj@Pattyca33355681@Marodir1@TalbertSwan My parents went a similar way a few years ago. Not quite as bad as this woman but all the right wing bat-shittery. My first child was born last month and they will *never* meet her. I don’t want that kind of toxicity and downright bullshit in her life.