The news is a mass addiction. Every minute of every day, millions of people return to it, in quiet desperation, in anger, in distraction, for another dose, another fix. It’s a form of collective hysteria, this thirst and hunger for the negative and obvious, this fear of not knowing what is already known, and which represents only a tiny portion of what it means to be alive in this wondrous world, this world in which the plumage and song of one bird contains the undying message of all art, joy, and love.
The robins are up early this morning. She laughs at their unmade beds.
July 5, 2020
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Categories: Drawings, New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Art, Diaries, Haibun, Haiku, Journals, Joy, Love, Morning, Robins, The News
William Michaelian 