Nostalgia, just because...
Like Joe Biden, everything is making less and less sense. Seesawing between a simpering cry-baby and a Sioux chief, he seems eager to straddle a horse and ride into the battlefield. Fortunately, he hasn't mistaken Kamala Harris for a horse yet. Donald Trump rattles on, lying through his teeth, yet winning more points and accolades for his sheer confidence. Zelensky and Putin have fused into one. A senile white man is identifying himself with a black African American woman. Everyone is nervous. The world is trying to keep pace with this sudden spur in idiocy. Some are taking to streets, shouting slogans, vandalizing. It is their way to contain the prevailing madness. I am where I am, was, would be...caught in the still point of the turning universe. Day slips through me. Night covers me, washes over my dreams and drags me to the perception of a new dawn. Like a shadow, I chase the amorphous blobs of light which come in the form of myriad memories. Here are a few from Alaska Hwy: On