The Morning After

The Morning After

When you lie in bed at night, do you think about the same things that I do? Do you often stare at the ceiling, your eyes unblinking, your mind hazy from the incessant furry of  mundane thoughts and worries? Do you think about the past and the future, how the two are inextricably intertwined, how [...]

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When the curtains close and they leave the stage.

When the curtains close and they leave the stage.

...when the people who have devoted their lives to entertain, inform and keep us alive eventually end up lying helplessly like spent like cartridges of a revolution, someone needs to lift them up the same way they lifted our spirits when we were low and warm their hearts the same way they warmed ours with their craft. When the curtains close in on them and they leave the stage, who will remember them?