Lately I’ve only been inspired to write while I’m driving and it does me no good there… Can’t write it down and I’ve forgotten it by the time I get somewhere.
It will pass, or I’ll remember something worth remembering.
At the moment I did want to note how strange of a day it has been; leading into an even stranger evening (hence the title 😉 ) One of those mind foggy type of days. Something isn’t right somewhere kind of days… Everything is normal but not kind of days.
It bugs me. I want to know what’s up… maybe, or more than likely I would like it to pass on and figure itself out.
I wish the air would clear.
I wonder if it will get worse.
I wonder if other people feel this weirdness in the air but I hesitate to call because of the misery incurred on them earlier by a saddening football loss.
It’s early but it feels like midnight and I sit and type out this mess to try and spill out my brain. Try and empty out the anxiety caused by this strange hum of the universe…
I tell myself the world will not end and apocalypses are personal but this does not help ease my sense of unease. No apocalypse at all is preferable to me.
There are vibes calling out all across the globe. Energies, whatever.
I hear. I know.
But they have been this loud before and our hands are tied.
Times like this I like to daydream about Daytona. I think back to a time of selling booze and drinking more of it.
Laying stoned in the sun on the beach drinking smuggled Captain Morgan from a 7-Eleven cup. Seagulls… Kids playing…
Fancy dress clubs, crazy parties with strange and interesting people, fast cars and faster bikes… Apartments comparable to a David Lynch movie. Neighbors from Bukowski. Wild nights. Good times. Only possibly equal to my days in Norfolk…
I still feel strange but better now. I’ll say the mantra of the world here: Shit just needs to get back to normal. Calm down. But maybe part of my uneasiness is that the normal we are looking for seems to be fading fast with no calming down coming soon. This is disconcerting to say the least.
Siouxsie plays and I picture cities falling hard in great piles of dust… I picture mankind slowly crawling out from under it and moving on… Trees grow and green dots a barren landscape…
We will save our bits of normal and put them together in the end.