Circulars

I think: America is the glorious detritus of human liberation. 
I think: our pulsing life is not meant for glass screens and gray cubicles. 
I think: Capital lays waste to kindness, the font of all virtue. 
I think: fundamentalists in all religions share a refusal to recognize the supremacy of love. 
I think: fools all, we murder laughing the good living earth. 
I think: this room, absent you, is a wooden hole.