Category Archives: Voices in the Chorus

Century #9: Expectations

From the journal of Martin Way August 18, 1935 Until recently I expected more from people than they could give and still keep themselves whole. What happened with Estelle is a good example. I wanted her to be interested in … Continue reading

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Century #8: Lita Begins Unraveling

From the Journal of Lita Hopkins London, England July 7, 1928 After talking with Hunter last night I have decided to start writing down some of my thoughts. He says I shouldn’t lock myself up inside the prison of my … Continue reading

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Century #7: Escape from Academia

From the journal of Martin Way Blytheville, Pennsylvania August 16, 1935 I have come to the conclusion that mere words cannot explain the human condition. Too much of the study of philosophy is grounded in a lineage of semantics. You … Continue reading

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Century #6: The Tower on the Beach

This is a dream I have had many times starting just after the accident. I am on a beach. Breakers crash to one side and sand dunes fold into the distance inland. A square tower stands about 100 feet from … Continue reading

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Century #5: The Fly in the Basement

11/7/1988 I have to turn on the light now as darkness has come into my basement office. This is where I write. The silhouettes of trees stand against the last gray background of this long wet day. It is autumn … Continue reading

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