In the end, it is perhaps the only job that matters. For some reason I thought of Andrew Byrd’s song Masterfade:
and I just can’t remember
which way the east wind blows does it matter?
if we’re all matter
what’s it matter does it matter
if we’re all matter when we’re done?
Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.
Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.
