James Hazlett Foreman

I Sing a Song of Solitude

I love the passing of time I love being by myself. There is no place I would rather be than alone. I almost don’t even care where it is, as long as there’s nobody else around.  I wouldn’t mind being in London again, though.  Lindsay took that picture because obviously I was busy taking a […]

Deviations on Death

Alliteration is Accidental I wrote the following a bit ago, and I’ll get to why, but I’m including it here mostly as I left it. At the end, I’ll go back to Now. The first bit, about death, is from the Before (a month ago, or slightly more). — I’ve been thinking about death a […]