Tuesday's Turmoil

 

Tuesday's Turmoil

 

I am weary.  Weary of violence. Weary of time, crime, space, and death.  Weary of cognitive limits and cognitive cancer . Weary of the burden of memory. Weary of being paralyzed  by writing and pandemic and efforts to be intelligent in prisons of ignorance  and systemic traditions. When I announce my weariness to a friend, he offers me cold comfort: life is not a crystal stair.  So what? I do not have the skills of a Sherpa in climbing mountains. Suicide is an enticing option.

 

Jerry W. Ward, Jr.                            May 25, 2021

 

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