One of the things I’ve always wanted to do is paint, sculpt or put into verse our good friend… the falling man.
That’s him… right there in the middle… falling.
Just where he’s falling from or what he’s falling into still remains somewhat of a mystery – but we do know that the face of a cruel, green society can be seen profiled in the jagged edges off to the right.
The wizard of our grand society also stands firm, and green; an outstretched arm attempting to hold back waves of algae or perhaps add fuel to the fire. No one knows for sure.
Before you go, can you look at the truth? We should all sing our lives.
The Falling Man knows what’s happening. He sings as he falls.