“The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.”― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations And so, in 2020 I bore witness to the very first (and hopefully last) successful theft of the U.S. presidency right before my naked eyes. I could blame the CCP, but I mostly blame Americans. I blame the greedy, soulless swamp rats. The far left, radical libs, and our compromised, corrupt media for it. Relics from the past fighting hard to remain relevant somehow. I wouldn't rely on any of them to report about weather, or cats in trees. They spoke in tongues of used car salesmen now, you couldn't decrypt their psychobabble. Unless fluent in pathological verbal flatulence.
A connecting principle Linked to the invisible Almost imperceptible Something inexpressible Science insusceptible Logic so inflexible Causally connectible Yet nothing is invincible -Synchronicity The Police You're here, obviously reading this, wondering what this even is (or isn't). Simply it is this: 25% personal blog: pictures, quotes, listicles, etc. 45% personal journal: my life, thingies that are going on, thoughts, etc. 20% writings: my writing life I do realize people don't actually read shit online much, myself included. So I'll try to write succinctly as I can, as often. Short attention span theater of the mind requires this of me. Yet I'm not here writing for multitudes of strangers, this is for me. Not out of my need or want, but for helping others as well as myself. Blame it on this quote that I like:
"It is presumptious to assume we can do anything to help another person and it's vulgar not to try" -Edward Dahlberg.
“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.” ― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon Here's me flying right before the pandemic struck. And thus I got to see the city of my origin story once more before travel bans, masks, and great fear, anxiety, civil unrest, political upheaval sets in