Niomi

tracy chapman’s voice rings in clarion throughout memories of my childhood

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough, so you can fly away?
You still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight, or live and die this way

we sang in the basement of our foster home, lost kids longing for a fast car to take us out of here

If not today,
Then, why make your promises?

if money were no obstacle, I’d devote my life to building healthy cities and beautiful, healthy people: enhanced cities, enhanced humans.

alas, money is an obstacle. what can I realistically achieve in my lifetime?

how does one even find a job working with super soldiers without joining the military first?

uh. maybe I should just… join the military?

that’s a bit… much.

that’s my policy on hard drugs.

it’s all gutter trash that is not worth trying even once.

if one of your friends offers you hard drugs, that is not your friend, that is your enemy

but not in Quebec.

writing too much to someone who didn’t want to hear it.

words on a screen.

it’s wild.