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Where The Tusks Are Looser

Greetings from Tuscaloosa, AL. My non-RV roadtrip is nearing its end. New Orleans tomorrow for a day or two then three or four more days to…

Playing For Keeps

It’s been raining for the past couple of hours here on the mountainside. Happily, no leaks. I’ll be heading down to Colorado Springs on Friday…

Bruce Springsteen

The title isn’t exactly click-bate, but this post is really about love found and lost more than Springsteen, though he does make an appearance, literally.…

About the author

In my adult life I’ve been called many things, but never cruel, inconsiderate, disinterested, selfish, thoughtless, lazy, cowardly, stupid or content.

For better and worse I’ve set my own path almost to the exclusion of others, and that path has lead me here. Which is to say, nowhere.

Nowhere’s not a bad place. It’s rife with possibilities, some entirely within my control and others random and unknowable.

I suppose such a statement could apply to anyone. In most Western nations, though, where the rule is to be physically, psychologically, intellectually and/or spiritually somewhere – often somewhere very specific or even pre-ordained – safe, and feigned contentment, dominate. (Not you, of course.)

The choices I’ve made, the roads I’ve taken and the roads that have taken me have conspired to lead me nowhere.

I’ll try nowhere now.

marklipsky.com

Notes from Nowhere

Posts from the ‘My Life’ category

Where The Tusks Are Looser

Playing For Keeps

Bruce Springsteen