Ink, Dye and Stone, so we’ll Never Forget

It used to be we had families, and we cared deeply about what became of them. Now it seems we have just the form of kinship, and what we’re really after is the satisfying of those whims which rage in our individual hearts.

It’s hard to talk this way though. Partially because it’s dark and bleak and self-indicting. It’s also difficult because so many people will tell you “the world, the…