“People were already beginning to forget, what horrible suffering the war had brought them. I did not want to cause fear and panic, but to let them know how dreadful war is, and to stimulate peoples powers of resistance”
Otto Dix.“What’s the bravest thing you ever did?
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.”Cormac McCarthy, The Road
So details for my part, 2019, the stillborn Paradiso’s fall an abridged version.
Resembles a Lynchian comic strip, or the trimester of something unspeakable.
A fairly accurate summary of the year then, peering as we are, back into the black abyss of a decade, that began with such promise, but as Chuck Palahnuik once mooted, switched to being a threat.
For myself, that means the future holds no better prospect than the paint that will continue to flow in tandem with the inevitable deluge of blood and tears the coming era will define.
See you all on the other side of the easel then.