THE EOE DISPATCH

My disintegrating pencil dictates in my weathered journal the queries of man across history, a probable excuse, I must admit: “The remains of society faded long ago, and I can’t help but notice how the complexities of right and wrong have blurred. Why do they call me Walt when my name is Walter? It's not really immoral per se. Yet, Socrates, I think, believed that these decisions stem from the ignorance or misperception of the real significance of virtue and worth. But I’m li