“I fucking romanticize the idea of disappearing forever. I don’t mean checking out early, pulling a Hemingway with the shotgun, leaving a mess for the maid and a legacy for the critics to pick over like vultures on a roadside carcass. That’s too final. That’s too loud. I’m talking about the fade out. The slow dissolve. I’m talking about the Great Vanishing Act.” FreedomExistenceSolitudeEscapismAnonymityDigital DetoxThe Great VanishThe Slow DissolveModern NoirGhost Mode Book:Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken” Source: Notes From Exile: The "Manual for the Broken”
“Three-Ring Circus by Stewart Stafford First love's doubtless light, Blinded with scorching might, What little a cloudy eye allows, Passion's seal on supple brows. Resplendent in our united phase. Love's incandesence in full blaze, No one else existed, gazes locked, Past emptiness, amnesia-blocked. Now we pass on a muted, wintry street, Joyless crime, sounds of splashing feet, Pained awareness, eyes to the ground, Mourners part bereft of sorrow's sound. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” LoveRelationshipsFirst LoveBreaking UpBreak UpsSplitting UpUrban PoetryDark RomanticismMetaphysical PoetryModern Noir Author:Stewart Stafford