August 25, 2026

Dolly Parton is dead.

Lunch with SS. We’re gloomy about our craft and our futures, and yet plunge ahead. His stamina exceeds mine as the heavens are high above the earth. 

Finished An Age of Silver one hour before lunch.

I am a bard with no tribe to sing the songs to.

I am a storyteller with no one listening. 

I have perfected an art that no one needed. 

It was impossible to see this coming–or, if it was possible, I was too blinded by love.

I look back and find no place where I might have taken another path, where I might have turned around. 

One cannot even cry out, as infinite lives are laid to infinitely greater waste. 

Sweet moon in the south, rounding the corners of the garden.