This is where Dirk Elijah would write something quick and clever, funny and self-deprecating, yet with such wit it only mocks any true criticism. The readers attention peaks, and they find themselves nosing around his work. A return to the home page delights them with a new passage, an excitement soon leading to disappointment as they discover there are only a few readings. No worries, if you want him to write more you can hire him!
The first time I listened to him, I mean really listened to the man, it knocked me over. And it took me months to gain my vision again, years to sit up…in fact I am still trying to gain my balance. That first time I heard what he was saying, not the contortion I would twist his words into, nor the gymnastics to deform his actions to my chosen effigy. When I first chose to see his actions for what they were, no longer drenched in my own justifications and manipulated context. My glasses had a vacation sunset painted on the inside. Cleaning the lenses was terrifying. Clear vision was devastating and exciting. Seeing some version of reality for the first time was more beautiful than anything I had previously beheld.
I hate everything about new cars: The waste, just fix the old car and don’t build an entire new auto just throwing the old one aside. The way they are built to fail. The soulless design. The loss of truly operating the machine. The way modern vehicles are engineered to not be able to be maintained by owners, specialty parts necessitating specialty tools and specialty shops. The image, the needless features, the constant new models and features and endless cheap plastic parts, and bumpers designed to dent and break and need replacement. But mostly, I hate that I cannot afford one.