While Emily works to enliven the wastes below the bridge, I relate the final chapter of Going Alone, which both acknowledges and repudiates our human tendency to assign agency, will and purpose where none may actually exists, and exactly where we desire some external support and affirmation of our own weak and so very mortal protests against the finality and permanence of death; our own colorful chalk marks in dust upon the fading infrastructure of the cosmos.
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
Be safe... But not too safe.
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