Head Lines

The truth is I’m not saying anything.
There’s no intelligent design behind these words,
how they morph into sentences, pages, and books;
it’s a false front. There’s nothing behind.

The truth is I don’t know anything.
About anything, really.
Anything that matters.

Not to me. There’s a LOT of stuff that apparently matters to me,
more than anything else in the world:
health, relationships, friendship, loyalty, decency.

But what’s that really worth, anyway? On paper?

If you pick away at the surface long enough
(and we all pick)
you’ll find what’s underneath
is all surface too.

Nothing doesn’t have an outline. It doesn’t have depth or breadth.
But it has everything else.

04 AUG 2026

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