So many times, the roads to downtown nowhere collide at each and every corner, with blue, ribbon-like rivers of solitude; statements of facts about state of the art, lost or found pieces of a hard won peace of mindless thought lives.   Ta-ra-ra-bum-tara, ta-ra-ra bum-tara…   Marching bands of nonsense, we are. Each and every … Continue reading Ribbons, blue…