What to think on a day like today? War, pestilence, hate. It's a lot to try to take. It's really disconcerting to be somewhere other than the comfortable, known locations where I was born and raised. Yeah, I get the same news feeds here that I did in the States, and yeah, I can chat up the same people I did through the same electronic channels, but there is an undeniable feeling of isolation and aloneness being thousands of kilometers from the place my passport was issued.
There are a lot of questions in the air, and a lot of unknown issues facing us these days. Sometimes it's enough to get out of bed, and call it a day. Today is a day I can do a little more, but not a lot. Motivation for much is out the window. I think I'll go to the beach and watch the ocean for a while. If I were in Bloom County, I'd stand in the dandelion patch with Opus. No running. No working. Maybe I'll disappear in fiction later.
Anyone reading this, grab who you love and give them a hug. If the one you love doesn't give a shit, hug 'em in your dreams. These are dark fucking days; hang on to what positives you can, and find your dandelion patch, or come join me in mine.
Meanwhile, here's Clyde the caiman, and dancing sand crabs.
There are a lot of questions in the air, and a lot of unknown issues facing us these days. Sometimes it's enough to get out of bed, and call it a day. Today is a day I can do a little more, but not a lot. Motivation for much is out the window. I think I'll go to the beach and watch the ocean for a while. If I were in Bloom County, I'd stand in the dandelion patch with Opus. No running. No working. Maybe I'll disappear in fiction later.
Anyone reading this, grab who you love and give them a hug. If the one you love doesn't give a shit, hug 'em in your dreams. These are dark fucking days; hang on to what positives you can, and find your dandelion patch, or come join me in mine.
Meanwhile, here's Clyde the caiman, and dancing sand crabs.
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