The Map Collector

I recently found myself at the confluence of two strange currents. The first was a Youtube video featuring folk singer Willi Carlisle performing his song, “Angels,” in a bar in Laramie, Wyoming. The second was William James’ Pragmatism. The narrator of the song, in between vivid verses that suggest he’s having a hard time of it, insists in the chorus that, “I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting for angels to carry me back home.”



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