As the world has turned upside down and words have gone to places where they have no meaning, I leave now. I came here at 50 like a salmon returning to the place of its birth to spawn and thus to complete life's circle. No life arose here yet I live on as if sentenced to move elsewhere where there are no mountains, no pristine lakes. Nothing familiar, but a promise from another world to open an unknown chapter and hope that it bears pleasing fruit.
I’m not leaving Substack. I need to move to where there are better prospects for making a living.