Lime
One year later
Why is it, that after more than a year of sacrifice, of injured businesses, lost wages, sacrificed opportunities to visit loved ones, relinquished freedom of movement, abridged freedoms of association, eliminated freedom to zess, curtailment of beach days, forgone opportunities for our children to engage in the behaviorally developmental exercise known as in-person schooling and even the surrender of our ability to play small-post football; we are basically in the same position that we were a year ago, only now we have less money in our pockets and more fat around our waistlines?
Zess in Peace
As I grow as a man I am realizing that initial reactions are often incomplete at best and erroneous at worst, so recently when there were even more images circulating regarding two more funeral services with corpses displayed in non-traditional ways I forced myself to set aside my initial emotional response and pose to myself the dispassionate question of “Why?” Why was I repulsed?
The No-Carnival Survival Kit
The Loss of Carnival (Part 3)
At this time last year, we was ready to go; the fete schedules were all but carved in stone, ready to be delivered from the summit of Mount Bacchanal by Saint Montano. This time last year, those of you in the fitness crowd had timed your diet and exercise programs to ensure that your physical fitness peaked sometime J’ouvert morning. This time last year, the costumes had been paid for, the favorite songs had been selected, plane tickets had been ticketed, hotel bookings had been booked, the crew had been gathered and the coolers had been packed. But what now?
THE LOSS OF CARNIVAL (PART 1)
The loss of Carnival is not merely a physical loss but a spiritual loss as well. Carnival after all is a celebration freedom and thus an inadvertent reminder of what necessarily preceded that freedom for freedom is best illustrated by the absence thereof.
Ah old Time Something
The Loss of Carnival (Part 2)
I did not know his name. I did not want to know his name. I thought about what my parents would think and felt silly for thinking about what my parents would think. I was no longer wearing the clothes I had left home in.