GIVE ME THE WIND, the water, and the touch of someone close. And give me stories. Stories of clear-eyed humans, of paths lined with golden wheat that sways in the sun, trod by brave souls undertaking important journeys.
THIS STORM is unfolding as it will, and we are yet to see how it will end. The electricity feels threatening at times. But here is a chance, now, finally to talk about the things we need to talk about. Which means the chance to make real change.
I AM NOT AN ALTRUIST. Nor am I here to convince you that I’m a Nice Guy. Nor to claim I am a champion of immigrants. If it needs to be made clearer to aid in expectation or understanding, the story and reasons behind my particular hand en la lucha are far simpler.
I’VE SETUP A GROUP BLOG where anyone can join as an Author. It’s called Signs of the Times, and its purpose is simply to collect short, simple anecdotal stories, jottings, blurbs, fotos, fears, thoughts, hopes, sightings, single sentences (or more) about symptoms of the collapsing economy, and in one place.
House of Nezua
the XOLAGRAFIK theater!
