Surrounded by death with a faint memory of life on a Saturday afternoon.
There isn’t anything else, the energy and desire to carry on is void, what’s the point; Rick Sanchez can often be heard mumbling “Everything is b~|[$#!+” and for the most part Rick is right.
Quotes from cartoons, … traffic, and misrepresentation; modern life at it’s prime. It’s dumb, and so it is.
4 years ago a little time was taken to snap a pic of a Tesla. Wow, new, shinny, hard to come by… Fast forward to today and that seems silly; you can’t leave the house without seeing at least one Tesla vehicle. On most trips to anywhere sighting 3 or 4 of these electric vehicles is common.
Without becoming needlessly depressing and morose, without delving into the intricacies of pickled feces, without expelling a single heartbeat more than necessary; wasted on nothing.
Word of Sam Shepard’s passing was met with; oh no, Tom Stoppard. Sorry Sam, sorry Tom.
Back, as if I never left.
No longer waiting for permission.
Woke up ill today, received word that my father’s vehicle broke down, and then notified that a cousin was found dead in the kitchen last night; at least it’s raining.
Arrive at home to a quiet house; standard operating procedure at 2am. You know those studies proclaiming this or that; yeah. Do you really want to talk about your day; do you get to? Seldom to almost never does the chance arise; not even sure if the words to explain would be formed. Remember those studies? Half is wrong, the other half hasn’t been proven incorrect yet. Don’t stare at the Sun; seriously, don’t do it.