I had a complicated dream last night. I was in a crowded city. There was unrest as white people like to call it. When I woke I understood the mirror of the subconscious had shown me the waking world but without the usual surrealism.
Meanwhile…
The little dog who’s getting old just tipped over his breakfast dish preferring to eat off the floor. “Good for you!” I thought.
“Age has its privileges!”
Meanwhile…
October and the leaves are coming down. My friend Jarkko called the falling leaves “death’s butterflies” which has always struck me as apt.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr. department, “and so on…”
Musing: Donald Trump is a Disney fascist, duck strutting, quacking, really not much to look at.
And so on…
Planet of the Blind 