Not a Fan

I’m not a fan of slippery slopes – figurative or literal – or being on the decline.

Trail from Ilulissat to Oqaatsut

I’m not a fan of inconsistency or always doing the same thing.

Train Station, Fulton Street

And I’m not a fan of escaping the escape.

Woodshed, Gibson Island

I need to know where I am if I’m supposed to get anywhere.

Slovenly Self-Deceiving Blobs

Anyone who still has any faith in humanity is an idiot. There might have been a chance a hundred years back, but that parlay has been lost.

If it isn’t a war, it’s politics. If it isn’t environmental collapse, it’s pure fucking ignorance. In the end, it wasn’t complicated. We just had to do the work. And we didn’t. We sucked instead.

And so the devolution is on. Slovenly self-deceit wins. The blobs will now stare at each other on their screens and not even remember how to say hello. Or goodbye.