The Squirrel Runs Up and and Down the Tree

Everything is both beneath me and beyond me.

I stop counting at one, then go forward to zero.

I seem to be interested only in things I don’t understand.

American politics, such as it is: the multi-billionaire giving millions to far-right causes in the USA declaring citizenship in Malta.

Nothing is clear as reported or otherwise.

In this sense I am completely free to make up things for myself.

Oakland police say they won’t pursue use of ‘dystopian’ armed robots.

On the other side of the sun a country called China has been captured by a man named XI, surrounded by men wearing dark business suits, sovereign individuals I’m led to believe who look from a distance like sovereign individuals.

Naming the enemy, whether he or she is actually the enemy or is not, is now the Rule of Law. If an enemy doesn’t exist an enemy must be created.

With heavy heart I turn to my playlist of depressives—Monk, Tom Waits, Howlin’ Wolf, Coleman Hawkins, Billie H, Fred Neil, Schubert…