…and so no one really has the time to point fingers. images

reflected from the past usually seem a little clearer, a bit easier

to comprehend. add age & heartbreak and voila! (so many things

make sense)

but it escapes me. the hunger for an endangered species. The

ravenous way a human can pounce (after all, we are mammals).

how could a tadpole appeal to a giant?

a minnow to a god?

I don’t point fingers. I ask myself these questions.

what if I really traveled to all of those places I went 

to in my mind so long ago?

great wall of china…

eiffel tower…

much easier to travel than be eaten alive.