The consequences of our actions are so complicated, so diverse, that predicting the future is a very difficult business indeed.
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will be strong and stand with me?
Somewhere beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see?
Do you hear the people sing?
Say, do you hear the distant drums?
It is the future that they bring
When tomorrow comes!
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams—not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
Erik Jones / “Earth Bound/ Colored Pencil, Watercolor, Acrylic, Wax Pastel, Oil, On Rives bfk / 2013 / 12”x12”
