Questions Drop Like Raindrops Into The Atmospheric River

(From a village atop 10th Avenue, San Francisco.)

1) How do I want my brain, aka my mind, to work from this point forward? Though by using the word work, the question itself puts certain obstacles in the way of thinking the way I once thought. Almost Zen, not at all Zen. And my righteous anger, it seems, is only a flood channel filled with misunderstandings.

2) Whatever became of Stormy Daniels? Perhaps it’s only a rhetorical question, dropped into the united kingdom of sisterhood. Yet the question retains a certain valid ambiguity: shouldn’t E. Jean Carroll gift at least a mil from the $83 mil she stands to collect from Donald Trump to Stormy Daniels? Especially after the triumphant victory lap E. Jean and her legal team took on The Rachel Maddow Show the other night, declaring the right to go on a shopping spree and that Trump is a ‘nothing.’

3) Moneywise, isn’t it possible that Trump could be down to almost nothing, the most colossal personal embarrassment in human history, ever? Embarrassed by his true poverty, a reckoning so direct and unequivocal that the sheer force of it would most likely hit his private parts so violently that he would immediately kneel and petition his God to simply disappear, vaporize, to actually become, as some people seem to think he already is, next to nothing, if not nothingness itself.

4) What is Taylor Swift going to look like when she’s as old as I am now?

5) Did I really see this headline headline on the screen while walking the treadmill at my local gym? Oakland Zoo closed today due to a storm today?

6) Have you read On Being Blue, A Philosophical Inquiry by William Gass? “The dictionary is as disturbing as the world, full of teasing parallels and misleading coincidence…Words are properties of thoughts, and thoughts cannot be thought without them.” (p.21).