A couple of thoughts about time.
poem
These days at The Palace are quieter, more introspective, but we won’t be here forever. Write a letter, read a book, spin a record.
A memory from a road a long time ago.
Tonight at The Palace we burn all the rules.
Let’s remember everything worth remembering, and let go of all the rest.
Let’s all meet again in a year’s time, and be in a better place.
The Palace is a meanness-free zone.
What was once forever.
Goat Palace 