no cure for the white man's world.

i started today as i ended yesterday, tense in my skin, stress in each step. cracked. 
mister had a plastic poop. my camera said wait a moment, didn't work, then i got a few sorry blurry images. i expect technology to break down, that's the plan, but my skin? am i operating under a curse, or is this part of the plan? i feel like crying all the time. how long can i continue like this. hard to not be anxious in an anxious land.