Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Assembly Line

In my darker moments these past few days, all I can think of is a sense of relief on behalf of my dad for being rid of the burden of being in this world. Lately it feels like we’re all just stuck on an assembly line in this factory of bullshit. There’s just so - much - bullshit…I can’t even. I mean, of course we soldier on. But for what purpose, I sometimes wonder? To sell more shit so somebody somewhere gets to hoard more money. Meh. The American Dream (and really, the world) is just aligned with complete bullshit. We can carve out our moments of grace and beauty despite all of that. And that’s about it really. 

How It’s Going, in three Haikus

What I miss these days is a lightness of being Things now seem heavy — jumping from crisis to crisis, duties to cross off on some checklist ...