can't understand what went down in Watertown after the Boston Marathon
as anything other than a drill for the eventual imposition of martial
law. I ask my self: what are they planning? I ask myself: what are we
not being told? I ask myself: why were the moronic residents out in the
streets chanting U! S! A! when they should have been furious about what
had been done to them?
I am an introverted blue collar pilgrim, surviving near the center of the continent, on the fringes of a shopworn civilization. I abide in rooms full of partially-read tomes, each bookmarked with the fragment of a shattered illusion.