today
woke with an alarm, gentle nudge from sarah's
phone at 7:30.
it was urgent, she wanted to get out in the rain
& mud of a tukwila
riverbank
to plant willow
stems--what could i do but say yes?
morning, grey, at city fringes, temporary
suspension of
the urban imperative, here comes a man with one
leg,
struggling in a wheelchair, he lives here in a
tent, no
comfort but his pitbull, the only one to protect
him.
it's a cruel fucking system.
billionaires should not exist.
it's all relative. no
one needs thousands of times more than
those
on the lowest peg. greed is a mental illness.
evening, we paid to see It's A Wonderful Life,
that sentimental, all-American
deconstruction
of the evils of unfettered capitalism, an
existential
horror film that calls individualism into
question.
the feeling i had was of a bunch of
seattle softies
trying too hard to hide their true
feelings. you could
hear the sniffling but we all tried to
stifle our tears.
what's wrong with crying? what are we
denying? |
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