None shall pass

This Too Shall Pass by Ok Go

I caught a thousand sundowns in my headphones

Weary Apology by Andy Friedman

God? No god.

Luis by Niles Atallah, Cristobal Leon & Joaquin Cociña

You checked yourself out when you put me to bed, and tore that old band off your wrist

The cold grows colder, even as the days

grow longer, February's mercury vapor light

buffing but not defrosting the bone-white

ground, crusty and treacherous underfoot.

This is the time of year that's apt to put

a hammerlock on a healthy appetite,

old anxieties back into the night,

insomnia and nightmares into play;

when things in need of doing go undone

and things that can't be undone come to call,

muttering recriminations at the door,

and buried ambitions rise up through the floor

and pin your wriggling shoulders to the wall;

and hope's a reptile waiting for the sun.

February by Bill Christophersen

Event A

Excerpt from Schrodinger’s Cat Trilogy by Robert Anton Wilson
Image Borrowed from Pete Ashton