I think that the world has given too much power to the average fool. A thousand years ago too much arrogance would meet the metal of the sword. Today, the fine-art of instant knowledge makes geniuses of workaday plebs and shames critical thinking everywhere. Because we can, we do…. It’s no longer enough. Make me hunger for your insight… cause me grief for missing your point…. Charge me the labor of some intellect for decifering your message… in my face without pause is no place for genius.
The baby ran in the park and splashed in the puddles and we chatted with the ex-pat nephew about nothings with happy zest. A bold goose took a nip at my toddlers hand and we offered consolation with soothing voices and the distraction of play time and swings. The rain intensifies and drives us back to shelter in the forest of towers with its endless residents and cool indifference. The baby runs ahead, pleased to be going.
Leaving the desert I could live here, in some other life, but this harsh and stunning land will remain a fleeting find resolved to memory and dream. A host of evening stars and sentinel saguaro anchor my impressions and leave me desperate for more. Goodbye cacti I missed your blooms but saw your beauty nevertheless.
Sick. Festering phlegm boils inside. Tissues, hacking and Snot. Two weeks… two fucking weeks of fatigue and misery… how broken is my system that two weeks yields no end…. Sick, corrupted and defeated (cough….)