Dave Morehouse

What is someone? What is someone not? A dream of a shadow is man.

Especially, I'd say, in a world of ones and zeros, where ephemeral is the norm, shelf-life a rickety proposition, and permanence an illusion. The difference we make isn't so much in the endless toil and endeavors to achieve, not in the output itself, but in the how-we-got-there, in the connections we make with one another as we till the soil, row after row, day after day.

But don't just take my word for it. I think Mr. Floyd has something to say about it, too. Run, rabbit, run.