Things that appear important one moment mean nothing the next. I flit wherever, getting hit, somehow surviving, capitalism outraging and comforting me all at once, not To strive and not to yield but How is the Dow right now?
Is it all doom scrolling or just more fallout from this administration from hell? Am I stupider than I already was? All I know is that I’ll keep on betting, whether I’m on a streak or just trying to get some of it back. I’ve got Ice Age at +4200, and I feel good about that.
I try to make sense of the absurdity on my social media trough, a progression or regression of something only machines can process now. It’s not like it’s really bad, nothing super terrible. It’s just the sounds in my head. It’s stupid to even think about. Reason will prevail. Once you climb the mount and see what’s out there, everything’s good, super good.
I’m fine. I have the golden afternoon, and I’m thinking it might go on forever like this. Damn the noise. Happy endings. That’s what we’re all about. That’s how I was raised. No matter what death and destruction, especially with everything on the verge, something good will happen soon, super good. Anyway, that’s what I’ve got for my parlay.
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