Thursday, October 3, 2013

An Invitation to Ambiguity

By Howie Good

It begins like an echo of apples falling all night in the orchard. Unable to sleep because unable to breathe lying down, the fish and wildlife wander off. To hell with facts! Entrust the heirloom silver of a cold rain to strangers for safekeeping. It’s fun, and even necessary sometimes, to pretend that we’re free. Small tattoos can be inscribed on the middle finger, which was once believed to have a blood vessel that directly connected to the heart. Or you may choose to inscribe “In Memory of Mom” on your chest. Consult your artist. There’s no place in journalism for someone who doesn’t respect the truth.

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