Counter culture is an oxymoron and you can’t have one without the other, but also there’s counter blank, counter nil, counter nothing: both a soldier and commander without an army, fighting for an an alternate universe in his heart and head with only a soapbox to stand on. A poor man’s Rambo, but you know, civil and focused on minutia. How they bustle about right by him. As if no one even hears what he says. Twenty six views on Facebook. He’s OK with himself. Because he has vision. And sometimes he becomes.