The metaphysical veil is thick today… I can feel
the pressure pushing in on all fronts. The fog machine malfunctions and you can
hear the cogs and gears grinding because the oil of forever progress is not
sustainable and the mechanisms are struggling to keep up the pace we’ve all
been forced to depend upon. Metaphysical land mines are everywhere, exploding
into unseen crises, damaged people going about their days as if nothing has
happened but inside they are mangled, missing limbs, bleeding to a psychic
death, but afraid to admit it on the external level. I rode the bus this
morning, simultaneously about to cry and about to smash the shit out of anybody
who looked at me wrong. Some kid was in the back with me, playing his fucking
phone out loud, blip bloop noises, and there was no fog to hide in, I refused
the electronic opioids in my pockets, and stared out the window as construction
continued unabated on Main Street of Charlottesville, Virginia, the busy town
pretending everything was moving along just fine, everything’s fine. But you
can feel it… it’s all really close to breaking down. I wish you well.
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