Speaking of damages the door knob to my living room finally came off this afternoon. This after a brush with the firemen that saved our lives last week.
One of their oxygen tanks banged against it,...fine with me.They were busy containing the Blaze of the Century below my digs.
Anyway it was loose after all the mayhem. I'll add it on to the repairs whenever the crew comes to fix the walls, and paint. Till then I have a keepsake of nearly dying again. This is really becoming a bad habit.
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Things fall apart Sidney, and your doorknob is no exception.
By the way, have you ever read Chinua Achebe's "Things Fall Apart"? The title it taken from one of my favorite poems by Yeats which in part tell us
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."
Achebe's novel details the utter devastation wrought upon the Igbo society of Nigeria at the time of its colonization by the British.
Ironically, it is not "anarchy" which has ruined mankind but rather "civilization" and "culture" which your buddy Peter Lamborn Wilson has fully documented, many times over, in his work.
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