i wanna make a memorial for thee, u.s.
 

it's been a long time coming and a long time gone.

finally i wanna have a memorial down in the memorial hole for the idea that's as hard to shake as it is to embody, america the beautiful, the beacon of the free world, the pax americana, i wanna make a memorial to that grand illusion, that noble impossible unrealized idea.

you know kids, an idea is like an onion, you peel layer and layer away and finally there is nothing left but onion, and tears, you don't know where it begins, an idea, it seems to always be there but with no core being, it just radiates outward, going everywhere from nowhere, like a story that just keeps going, forward and back, layer by layer, without and within, encompassing the world.

so happy memorial day, if that's the right word.