THE CAROUSEL <~ Winter Oak


Mike Driver          READ

Most have forgotten their lives before the carousel. They have become the carousel. The carousel doesn’t stop any more. Those of us who stepped off, while you still could, look back in fearful wonder. The carousel now half the size of the planet. Spinning, spinning like a crazed top. Never going anywhere.  Our old friends can’t hear us. Nearly everyone is lost. Hypnotised. Hysterical. Hyper-stimulated.

“If the ideal man of ages past was wise, sensitive, brave, and cultured, the ideal man of the modern world is an overworked and overstimulated neurotic” – Nicolas Gomez Davila.

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About michael burgwin

A child of the peace and antiWar movements, a Truther with self-diagnosed Opposition Defiance Disorder, formerly politically liberal tho now politically marooned, and Post-Doomer, on any issue, I trend to the conspiracy side, sort through the absurd, fantastical and insane, until I find firm ground usually located just the other side of the censorship firewall of propaganda and orthodoxy, dogma, and other either / or thinking.
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