Of vampires

I'm Schwittering* around the house today, making all kinds of little Dada objects that become invisible the moment I'm finished with them.

For the first time in my life I understand the appeal of vampires, having always thought of them as silly fokloric totems, now knowing they can have an actual physical presence and assume human form.

Everything's just a little unbelievable, in the style of Joseph Goebbels' dicke Luft, 'trouble is brewing.' We're told to keep in touch, but no touching. Golf courses of all places are closed.

What passes for leadership carries a pitchfork.

I'm on my own, you're on your own, we're all on our own.

My phone rings. It's the nursing home calling to say they found a molar on the breakfast tray of my 99-year old aunt, and that there was some gold in it. It will be wrapped in a plastic baggie and kept in the safe for safekeeping.

Then my financial advisor calls. He says he's never seen anything like this. I don't have to ask what he means.

*Kurt Schwitters, artist, creator of Merzbau, The Cathedral of Erotic Misery.

Donald Trump Jr. and girlfriend Kimberly Guilfoyle at Mar-a-Lago, Florida for her 51st Birthday party, March 14, 2020. Kimberly, ex-First Lady of San Francisco, is currently the chairwoman of a pro-Trump Super PAC.