Author: imaginarywisdom

orphaned ideas are relentlessly nurtured in the twilight, while children dream of places they'll never know. and bearded men drink whisky at hours unfamiliar to most, an old man on a train says a prayer - perhaps for us all. a fleeting glimpse at genius in a back alley, comprehending antiquity in dime store windows, transcending existential realities with mechanical precision, the smell of lost principles in a courtroom, the unstretched yarn of moral fiber is less than a foot long learning to sail on a sea of burdens, yet drowning in inhibitions.