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

Ayn Rand – Objectivism – My own thoughts {in progress}

My husband grew up under communism and he has no sentimental memories of the time. Every morning he and his father would take it in turns to stand in 2 hour long queues at 4 am to collect his family’s daily ration of milk and monthly ration of frozen meat. His family’s land had been … More Ayn Rand – Objectivism – My own thoughts {in progress}