Autumn and Anarchism

I smell the musky, earthy, damp leaf loam of Autumn. Everything is falling apart a little bit. Everything is becoming a little frayed and undone. The crisp perfection of spring tulips, that once stood to attention along tidy borders like governmental obelisks are crumbling like coliseum pillars. Petals are transparent, leaves brittle and curled. All … More Autumn and Anarchism