Autumn is approaching like judgement; misery conceived of false virtue. I am captivated by the fall: Eve, Adam, Babylon, the Easter Island Palm, our ephemeral lives. Since there is nothing beyond what we treat as the preamble of our lives this will be a partial record of an attempt to live. High minded and self indulgent as it is let's just be transparent. I want to post without input, without likes and loves. without seeking approval.