i took a day of rest because i barked my shin and i thought i was in trouble. i'm better today and so grateful. when something bad happens i often think it's the end. i don't know when that started but it's hard to shake. anyway the truth is i am fragile and the world is in a parlous state too. teetering in a fragile condition. at the same time i feel some care is afoot, pun, and i feel rreal uncanny lucky. i feel the connections though some are haywire. i feel love in a hateful society. it's just that the society is un-grounded and the government is criminal, and when you're ungrounded shit always happens, and it just gets worse, and we are having to find our souls again with no help from our country that is not ours, which is sucking life from the planet and feeding only the corporate monster we have unwittingly or unwillingly supported.
does that sound too crazy? yeah, i see it that way too, yet i'll just float it out there anyway. the day i rested there was a helicopter hovering a long time and sirens and i learn this morning the haz-mat team evacuated a building where the kid from animal hospital was found dead. we will never find out what is going on, let alone what happened. that is the way of the world. has it always been this way? i know, i know, i could have said this much better and maybe convinced you i wasn't even crazy.