Baalfire

I am an addict. I have two books going in codex form, and one on my Kindle. But I cannot not check email and visit “my” blog sites, including this one. I cannot not check the news.

It’s a longing, a deep restlessness. Where is the world? Ah! Yes I’m sucking at the world’s teat again and it’s everything I want.
I have to sit where my IPad can charge.


I feel pain when it goes dark, I feel hallelujah when I see the bitten apple again.
WTF has happened to me, the bookworm, lover of the codex?

How can these disembodied minds whom I only “know” through the…what, airwaves? Electric currents? be so real and important to me?

Me, a stranger and a sojourner in this land like my fathers before me?

“Whoever you are….I have always depended on the kindness of strangers”.

5 thoughts on “Baalfire

  1. Maybe it is simply that in a world gone mad we need to have contact, no matter how tenuous, with the few other like minded souls who haven’t bought into every post-modern depravity?

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