F

                 The new illustrated alphabet Part 6: F is for FOG.

Fog is a visible aerosol consisting of tiny water droplets or ice crystals suspended in the air at or near the Earth's surface. Fog can be considered a type of low-lying cloud usually resembling stratus, and is heavily influenced by nearby bodies of water, topography, and wind conditions. In turn, fog has affected many human activities, such as shipping, travel, and warfare. Fog also affects the brain, particularly once you reach a certain age. That actual age remains a closely guarded secret and I'm not prepared to say anymore about it.

E

  

 The new illustrated alphabet Part 5: E is for  EXISTENTIALISM.

Existentialism is a form of philosophical enquiry that explores the nature of existence by emphasizing experience of the human subject—not merely the thinking subject, but the acting, feeling, living human individual.

Among other ideas existentialism explores the notion that the absurd contains the idea that there is no meaning in the world beyond what meaning we give it. This meaninglessness also encompasses the amorality or "unfairness" of the world. This can be highlighted in the way it opposes the traditional Abrahamic religious perspective, which establishes that life's purpose is the fulfillment of God's commandments. This is what gives meaning to people's lives. To live the life of the absurd means rejecting a life that finds or pursues specific meaning for man's existence since there is nothing to be discovered. According to Albert Camus, the world or the human being is not in itself absurd. The concept only emerges through the juxtaposition of the two; life becomes absurd due to the incompatibility between human beings and the world they inhabit.

This view constitutes one of the two interpretations of the absurd in existentialist literature. The second view, first elaborated by Søren Kierkegaard, holds that absurdity is limited to actions and choices of human beings. These are considered absurd since they issue from human freedom, undermining their foundation outside of themselves. Things can get a bit fucked up for you if you venture too far into this subject.

D

                        The new illustrated alphabet Part 4: D is for DRUMBEAT.

A drum beat or drum pattern is a rhythmic pattern, or repeated rhythm establishing the meter and groove through the pulse and subdivision, played on drum kits and other percussion instruments. In the video Mitch Mitchell of the Jimi Hendrix Experience illustrates "drumbeats"  practically with some fine playing, live in concert.

C

                                    The new illustrated alphabet Part 3 : C is for CITY.

1. A large or important town.

(in the U.S.) An incorporated municipality, usually governed by a mayor and a board of aldermen or councilmen.

2. The inhabitants of a city collectively:

The entire city is mourning his death. A million people maybe, or less or more.
Cities are always interesting places to visit but you wouldn't want to live in one (or would you?).

B

The new illustrated alphabet Part 2 : B is for BOY.

A boy is a male child, from birth up until adulthood. 

Homo Sapien. 

Humans are highly intelligent primates that have become dominant on Earth.

A

The new illustrated alphabet Part 1: A is for AMBIVALENCE.

Ambivalence is a state of having simultaneous conflicting reactions, beliefs, or feelings towards some object. Stated another way, ambivalence is the experience of having an attitude towards someone or something that contains both positively and negatively valenced components.

Trump Parade

I read the news today, oh boy ...

And I just had to laugh.

Bricked up

Walled up and sealed, looking into the bricked up window. Cemented through daylight and dusk. The ventilator is faulty. Smoke and fumes used to pass this way. Nothing to see now. Ceremony and conversation but the damp would always triumph as we tried to breathe the stale air. It was a social club, a venue, some usable space. There were a few good nights we all recalled. Busy on gala week too. 

The repairs were done, quick and dirty. Like the pies on a Friday evening. Warm beer, cigarettes and crisps. We played bingo some nights, the wives liked that. There was a serious side but I never really looked into it. Charity. We just grew old really, we died off, one by one. Nobody replaced us, it was sad really.

We were too dead even to go to the cemetery, it was full anyway. Full of the dead and no others we recognized. We were later, we came as a new generation, on the boats, in the distillery, down there with the Navy or up on the bridges and the railway. The old dignitaries are fossils now. Plenty of local work then, two good wars. We lived as friends and died too. That's the way it goes.