ANNOUNCEMENT

Greetings friends and family,

I come to you all with a few announcements and various updates. First and foremost; by early next week, I will no longer be on the facebook grid. I am slipping out of this sticky network and will be focusing my attention elsewhere. You can always keep close (or not so close) contact with me through my email: mind.of.tay@gmail.com Also, I will be running a blog: posttaylormckay.blogspot.com that will be overflowing with postings, pictures, writings, links, etc. to keep you current with what I am up to or what interesting things I have discovered.

If that isn’t enough to satisfy you, I will be starting The Basement City Review; a collaborative blog that will be publishing numerous writers and artists every other Friday. I am still fitting gears together and constructing layouts, but if this is something you are interested in or fascinated by, please email us at thebasementcityreview@gmail.com and “like us” on facebook by searching The Basement City Review. If you are the tweeting kind, you can stalk us @thebasementcity to get very inconsistent updates. The goal right now is to have the first “digital issue” out by February the 4th 2011.

Stay in touch, and as always: be well.

From one end to another,
Taylor McKay


I will not be updating this blog further.

thank you lindsay njoten-taite for making me aware of this

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what is this, if only correct functions

The mind. We think tragedy and we think death. But what of the death of the mind? The slow deterioration that crumbles memories and the deepest of passions, and then what of reality? To the mind that is suffocating, the only reality is that in which your mind creates and trusts. What your mind constructs, even the cruelest of hallucinations, is the reality in which you exist. Living friends, murdered within moments. Your home suddenly becomes strange and alien. Your lover, after decades spent together, transforms into your ex-wife, long divorced, as only a fraction of a second passes.

And it all becomes crushingly real under the weight of a dying mind.

“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.”-tennessee williams

class act

"You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world."-j.d. salinger