my brother arrives back from thailand full of cancer, sickness and arrogance. i think of last night and the devastating effects that our family has had on him personally. in front of me i see what happens with no fight, no therapy, no realisation of the devastation of our mother and father's actions. i am so full of love, loathing and sadness with him. i wonder was art and beauty my only escape from those horrors. i will not be beaten, i know this - there will be no victims here! only a world of love, compassion, non-attachment and impermanence.
posted by Bob Percival @ 2:31 AM
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