i'm more than a little touched by cabin in the sky fever on the tenth day of my sequestration. jasper has been keeping me company and somewhat slightly sane. 
outside even the trains sound cold and all the buildings are exhaling continuous clouds. there are zero birds on the fire escape. the government, far from shut down, is amassing the lies for a new war to make number forty-five psychotically great (again). i say i'm lucky to be out of the world, out of the vortex, out of the killing cold, but you can't exist in a cabin in the sky , you can't be out of this evil governed world, this terror world that is the vortex of all living things.