Scuttled.

I’ve been doing some housekeeping today, and while I was updating things on my web site I thought I’d listen to this demo we made of one of the songs I wrote for our Hester Prynne musical that never went anywhere. It made me melancholy; one, because our Hester Prynne musical never went anywhere, and two, because I still, even while daily witnessing our Democracy corrode from the inside out, I still feel all the wide-eyed Emersonian yearning I put in this song. I still believe every word of it. I don’t know what I would do or who I would be if I didn’t.