The long cold winter. How I have ached and groaned and pulled myself through many a cold freezing morning. I long for release. I have convinced myself that this journal shall be a chronicle of the days before the fall. The great collapse. There are those, and many, who believe that our culture is on the brink of some vast economic catastrophe. Do I dare to give credence to these ideas by recording them here– where only truth is spoken?
March 17th, 1975
March 17th, 1975
March 17th, 1975
The long cold winter. How I have ached and groaned and pulled myself through many a cold freezing morning. I long for release. I have convinced myself that this journal shall be a chronicle of the days before the fall. The great collapse. There are those, and many, who believe that our culture is on the brink of some vast economic catastrophe. Do I dare to give credence to these ideas by recording them here– where only truth is spoken?