Remembrance of a Year Ago

This time a year ago was the worst of times, with no "best of times" to go with it. COVID cases were at an all-time high here in Illinois, the vaccine was still more or less a rumor on the winds of some day, El Drumpfo and his army of orc-people cult-devotees were going ape-shit all over social media with paranoid delusions of stolen votes, even while none of the "evidence" that was ever presented was of the "will stand up in court" variety, as they lost case after case after case; the insurrection of 1-6-21 was already being presaged by its organizers and the Regime as they called for a protest that would be quote "wild" unquote . . . things were decidedly very Not Good here in the USofA during the agonizingly long Election process, through the Holidays and thereafter. I have been remembering sleepless nights, doomscrolling, etc. At least it got me feeling creativish.

November 29th, 2020

You can have your own home. You can have your own business. You can have your own friends, and lovers, and interests. But you may not have your own reality. Sorry. Nope. Reality has to be shared with others.

So, on a day, when the whole world says: "The sky is blue today," you DON'T get to just get to come back with: "Nyuh uh - it's orange. And what is blue? And what is orange anyway? Can ANYONE really tell the difference between blue and orange nowadays anymore? Who's to say what is blue, and what is orange?" You can *try* to play little games with people's heads, and *try* to sow doubt as to the blueness and orangeness of things. You may even really believe that that blue-appearing sky over your head is somehow in fact orange. But at the end of the day, blue is blue. And orange is orange, and they don't much care either way about human head games you might play.