I may be in the last days of posting more pieces.

No more titles as: Sweet child. Sweet love. Sweet sunshine…

How is it going to be plausible and possible for someone to write

about beautiful things while one side of the planet is scorching in fire

and misery? My heart is crying. I see these photos of people running

away from their destroyed homes. Followed by their faithful dogs.

The skies are yellow pouring tears of madness. Music conservatories

are on fire. Schools and universities. Museums and probably beautiful

ancient Architecture as well. The sense to some degree of normalcy

still existed…8 years ago is gone. The expected bloody unraveling of

the whole situation has been set on fire. Lots of fire and imminent

massive loss of lives is running as a wide red river of blood through

the region. We don’t know what’s is next. But doesn’t look anything

good is next. No, no, no.

EO