From the desk of The Architect,
Salutations, reader. You ever read a book that's so good you can't help but get wrapped up in it and neglecting everything else? Forgive a gentleman his literary pleasures and the absence wrought by it.
Neil Gaiman's "The Sandman" is numbered among the top 3 of my "most important books in my life"-list. Recently rereading the series, I've become so totally engrossed by it's depths of enchantment. I employ no hyperbole in saying that it is so stunningly beautiful I want to slap myself in the face because I think I'm
dreaming; pun intended.
Dream & Death, respectively. Characters from "The Sandman".
So much going on in the world recently. I've so much to say but I find myself with so little time with which to say it. And by say it I mean write it. Can it be said that if what was said wasn't written, then can it be considered to have ever been said at all? ... Sorry. Nonsense aside,
You should have burst a vein in your head by now if you've already heard about the Iranian elections. Holy shit. Democracy. Psssccchhhh. So much for that. But revolution lives! Everyone's "bullshit" meter is wailing like a siren in their hearts calling them to arms; and while the violence legitimately scares me I am awe-struck by the courage and spirit of the people. Everyone's looking to Obama wondering will he accept the election results and just let "failures of democracy in a hostile nation" be "failures of democracy in a hostile nation" or will he risk confronting said "hostile nation" by calling "BS"? So far he's being silent about it not because he doesn't care but because he does care and it's a decision that needs some time to strategize. Being President of the USA has got to be the
hardest job in the entire world. Here's some pictures. They say more than I could ever.
A triumphant Ahmadinejad.
Smoke billows from a burning bus as a supporter of defeated Iranian presidential candidate Mir Hossein Mousavi flashes the victory sign during a protest in Tehran.
A Iranian riot-police officer sprays tear-gas at a supporter of defeated Iranian presidential candidate Mir Hossein Mousavi in Tehran.
Revolution exists.
Black smoke rises over Tehran.
Check out the story for yourself at
Huffpo. Brave enough to look closer? Then check out
this live Twitter feed being updated by a citizen in Tehran experiencing the anarchy first-hand.
But let's not end this article on a note of Despair. Here's a pretty picture I took this afternoon near Santa Fe after a torrential hail and lightning storm.
Some pictures are worth a thousand words or more, but this one here needs only one word, a word heavy enough to surpass a million words in meaning, and that word, thus, is: Hope.
Sincerely, yours brother in thoughts & arms,
The Architect.
