Monroe

Monroe grew up in Calibama at a time when the world was peaking on both ends of the spectrum. In parts of the world it was a time of tremendous good, and in other parts of the world it was a time of tremendous bad. Nonetheless, it was a time when the world was still very much one world, and Monroe found himself in the midst of a most unique and wild lifetime. He flipped channels and lost heart. Where was the goodness? The goodness was around him during the day. His friends, the woods, the music, it was all so good. But out there, in the “other” world, the world of illusion so artfully manipulated by the media, the goodness was hard to spot…