I was reading something by Tom Cox, whose writing makes me feel like there is a point to things and began thinking. That is to say, started to organize and categorize all the ideas and thoughts that one wakes up with. The feelings and scenes and characters that sink away, the crash landing from dreams … Continue reading Feed the Birds
Today, the feast of St. Stephen. Boxing Day. In the USA, another day. It’s still quieter though – that’s something. Today I had a moment where I realized a deep feeling of sadness and kindness towards America – the one I glimpsed in moments, the faces who stared back at me. Perhaps it is the … Continue reading Look After Each Other
Some thoughts after being bludgeoned with sales and offers and new and must have and every party should and everyone ought to and nursing bruises that only the internet can inflict. It occurs to me why out-of-control capitalism (is there another kind?) is destroying the earth. It occurred to me just this morning. This morning, … Continue reading Mint
I have always loved railway stations. Trains. Even when I was scared as a child, scared of the large locomotives that loomed up over the platform, with only tiny metal steps to climb up to a puffing and heaving thing, threatening to leave at any moment, it was a fear mixed with excitement. An anxiety … Continue reading True Projection
Stand with Ukraine Their bravery is immense. They stand strong against this madness. Fighting back against this corrupt, malign attempt to expand a failing state and destroy an independent country. There is so much at stake here. This will affect more than people may realize. At this turning point in history, the stances of individuals … Continue reading Stand with Ukraine
Content 4 November 3 I voted. November 4 5 6 Or WTF. Saw this on TikTok. Exactly WTF. November 7 This morning felt different. Depression comes and goes, so wary of any change in mood that may be fleeting. Lightness, or darkness, sometimes the best thing to do is routine. Coffee. Tea. But the slight … Continue reading At last
The Socialist who finds his children playing with soldiers is usually upset, but he is never able to think of a substitute for the tin soldiers; tin pacifists somehow won’t do. Hitler, because in his own joyless mind he feels it with exceptional strength, knows that human beings don’t only want comfort, safety, short working-hours, … Continue reading Orwell…again.
