The Art of Falling Apart

How is it when an oppressive leadership is falling apart it does not submit to the will of its people. It stays, it dies with it's all the foolish followers who blindly follow it to its grave only to be a smear and a lesson to future generations of what not to do. It is happening now in Syria; it happened in Germany in the 1940's and happened in here in with the British in America with our revolution. These so called leaders cannot "see the forest through the trees" and escalate the suffering of the oppressed with escalating fear, brutality and destruction all the way until the end. Many leaders die with their cause, some never die, they just go into exile to a country with leaders who blindly absolve them of their crimes and extends them an extravagant life style. They want to leave a wake of hell upon their country and I mean THEIR COUNTRY as they see it. It's not the people’s country in these leaders’ minds, but a possession, a false god's, an ego, or whatever possesses them to feel they are chosen to lead the future of all with a direction only they know.

I live in a city which this art has been carried out for years.  Detroit is in ruins. There are such wonderful, caring and intelligent citizens who are stuck in a city which creates a haven for the few who wish to feed on the masses. The government is full of inadequate ignorant elected officials. Most everyone has given up with the proper vision as the political money machine is behind the candidates. They elect those who are not capable of making a single decision which benefits the people of the city, has long term impact and is fiscally responsible. How can this city survive with 14 Billion in unfunded dept and not elect officials who can at least stop the bleeding, begin the process for a new beginning and slowly have an effect on the safety of the people left.

I spend an inordinate time in the city. It draws me, sucks me in, just captivates and consoles me. I don’t know why, but is it that I am mastering the art of falling apart in my own life? I am optimist, no doubt, but it’s in a room of darkness around me. I am getting very comfortable most the time with not talking or seeing anyone outside my work. Very strange but true.

Detroit 2013