03.25.20

A cloudy and gloomy morning. Heavy thoughts and an underwhelming feeling of exhaustion. Too much work. Too many days at the wheel. Press on. Drink coffee. Being the best is irrelevant.

Words.

Competitive spirit.

Ride bikes.

Take the dog for the long walk and dress warm because it’s cold. It’s been cold. For months. It feels like the cold is going to last forever. Today is not the best day. There is always tomorrow. Try again. Ups and downs. Strikes and gutters. Keep showing up. Keep sending the message. Keep keeping. Keep.

Fill the page with whatever pops up and write it down without a pen. The internet is ablaze and we are clamoring to figure out what the next chapter is going to look like. Stop.

Get a coffee.

Put cream in it and don’t worry about the fitness or the extra layer around the middle. None of it matters. Nothing does. This is all unfolding in real time and a writing desk at home would be real nice, but it doesn’t exist and it isn’t going to and you’re just going to have to figure it out because that’s where now is. This is your life and you are subject to the pitfalls and if you just keep riding your bike you’re going to be fine.

Fuck. This is so frustrating. This separation and distancing and the ever-changing way of doing things and the new normal and the stimulus and the lies and the bullshit. Another antiquated white man isn’t going to save us and voting in this next election is a giant garbage can full of lies and false hope, but you should go and vote because it’s democracy.

I am tired of the nonsense and the bullshit put forth to me by the rich and the people that protect their own self-interest. It hasn’t helped anybody other than themselves and it won’t help going forward.

A general strike is in order. A massive movement of workers across every sector. Head to the streets and demand change. March on Washington and demand the elderly leave their offices and collect their things. Rise up and command a new direction.

It is time for the wealthy to stop protecting themselves on the backs of the poor.