Monday June 22nd 2015
Dirge had it's moments. There was brick and mud, high
heat, higher humidity and ladders. And had our hero been
there he'd have smelled his water tank, he'd have heard
the snores, and he'd have gone on about the luxury and
the petty fog of your writer of pulp's experience of
Komerad Dirge. "I'd have walked the fifty miles to work
and no running water," I can hear him almost wistful.
happens to both life and matter? It coalesces into smaller
and smaller orbits, the universe itself gets bigger and
bigger and the smaller and smaller orbits less and less
relevant, less and less stable. "Ride the wave, enjoy the
moment." Is one argument. The other is "Move on." Sometimes
wish life and being was a rational exercise. But it's not,
and despite the rumors never will be.