Not at all unlike a bear, preparing for winter, I have been scouting the kitchen. Most unfortunately, there are many leavings from the holidays. Folks just don’t listen and we leave leftover food where it is accessible. Each saved morsel carries with it a power-punch of caloric euphoria. Shit. Ah well. My New Year’s Resolution was to not do things that don’t make me feel good. How about if I just don’t feel bad about doing the bad things? That seems one heck of a lot more possible to achieve.
I glanced out my Kravitz window and noticed there is a heavy fog approaching. This whole day has been grey/ay and drear. I haven’t felt much of that because I had a small text from a young feller. We are getting to know each other… just friends, trust me.. but it was the most delicious feeling. I am reminded of the start of an affair. Any heart string plucking is not even a remote possibility here but the sensation is lovely all the same. I have had this a few times in life. Nice. I am sure you know or have known how it feels? Isn’t it grand? Though it is not a prelude to anything other than an interesting friendship, I am enjoying it. Cool.
I am more easily stepping back from the wild political landscape. I am less transfixed. There is nothing more I can do. I wrote letters to congress, I wrote letters to parliament. I voted in every election I legally could do. I follow the rules, I paid my taxes. There isn’t more an ordinary person can do… the hogs have the trough all to themselves, now. What they do with it is what they do, and that is that. I sigh for the illusion of democracy that we once had and I am aware that corruption is impossible to eliminate. It is simply very difficult to see it out in the open, to see that our lovely western governments are every bit as owned by money as the eastern and third world governments are. That illusion we had was nice though, don’t you think?
Illusion. Yes, the illusion of an affair, the illusion of democracy, the illusion of youth – aren’t they sweet dreams? If illusion is all we have, why not enjoy that much? Yeah. The end is much closer than it appears in the mirror.
Robert On The Air 