The main concern of black people right now isn’t whether they’re standing three or six feet apart, but whether their sons, husbands, brothers and fathers will be murdered by cops.
New signs of plant life growing on the old tree stump at the front of the house.
I’m back at work again so I’ve been up with the birds this week. There’s no need for an alarm clock when you have wood pigeons coo-ing outside your window at first light.
Force, hatred, history, all that. That’s not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it’s the opposite of that that is really life.
What? Says Alf.
Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred.
A quote for Bloomsday.
I turned off XML-RPC for this site at last. Not only is it one more potential security threat it’s also completely redundant now that I use Micropub to make posts.
On another note the previous Quoteback seems to have snuck in some sort of Google content in the background which I’m not very happy about.