Wednesday, August 31, 2011
From "Discontents" by James Wallace Birch
I cannot explain to you how I felt. If you’ve ever wanted to be a part of something, then you understand. If you’ve ever felt let down by the world, then you understand. And if you’ve ever been to a party the night before a hurricane or blizzard was supposed to arrive, where you’ve celebrated the prospect of the monotonous cycle of our everyday society being disrupted if only for a day, then you understand, though you may not have realized it before now. If Fletcher Spivey wanted to change the world, I was his man.