Yesterday and tomorrow are rough enough and tomorrow and tomorrow will be rougher. It is sometimes the way of my world that straight or curved paths whirl into a new reality of varieties of nonsense sometimes coalescing into pretend sense mostly to the left and twice to the right for a hundred years or so and then, again, around we go. You can't keep the same pair of dice all night. We mostly dance in patterns of hope from minus to "maybe we can cope." In my favorite world it is not best to be a squirrel.
March 24, 2020
Squirrels on a Wheel
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