swimming thoughts. it was so beautiful i wanted to keep on going and at the same time to return to write down a thought. i wonder sometimes if when you think of something that drifts away, if that thought is still drifting in the air. i look up and see a tern passing above. hi, tern, and the tern looks down at me with a nod of greeting. everybody is happy we are here swimming on the calm water. a fellow stops his rented bike to watch. i can see from the water how this makes him feel. but what i wanted to swim back to write started while watching greta thunberg on democracy now. she seemed quite relaxed with amy, more than on the intercept stage. they talked about her depression, and how that turned to anger, and action. and i was thinking about the industry of psychological medicine, and how depression is situational, and the situation is existential, and it's life threatening, and we should not medicate ourselves, and tune out and pay out our brief lives that way, in quiet despair, rather we should get angry, very angry, that we are being done this way. anger, not suicide, not self-medication, not despair, and most of all not joining in the hate spree for the spoils of environmental destruction and the evil profit of endless war. anger is our right, our clarifying fire, and our only personal and common salvation. anger is the only sane response to the destruction being done in our name. when we tune out and become unconscious the deep depression begins. get angry, please, at the haters and destroyers. we deserve better than this empire of death.