comfort

the rain is falling steadily, the clouds moving at such a gate that it's clear the wind is running a 100m dash. i sit warm and ponderously in my room, sipping orange juice as craig cardiff smoothly croons about judy garland... "every song sounds like a love song, and every kiss feels like your first, and i know i'm always losing you, better, then bad and and back to worse"

i feel at peace although there is no peace around me. well-funded, "realistic" men make decisions about ending lives in terms that are scientific and calculated and cloaked in pictures which make us think cartoon super-heroes are about to save the world. i am torn... i think of moxy singing "this kind of life makes that violence unthinkable, we'd like to play hockey, have kids and grow old" but then wonder how easy that position is... relax and sit warmly while ignoring the world around me... maybe it's time to go outside and get wet?