I can usually meet the day pretty much half-way. You know, bright-eyed, coffee cup filled to the brim, a streak of hope and optimism flashing thru me. Not today. Just not into it. I am not in despair. Just mildly disconnected & annoyed. I don't like the drift of the news this morning. I am a bit at a loss for words. The news of the day is sort of
distasteful. My fellow human beings are proving to be disappointing
(not a new thing). Their lack of basic intelligence and stubborn irrationality, makes me want to sit silently on a bench somewhere, the trees swaying in the breeze, the waves crashing to the shore.
I aimlessly crack a new book
(it arrived via post yesterday), that I've never cracked before, and come upon this:
Olaf (upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
"there is some shit I will not eat."
-- e.e. cummings
It is an Olaf morning...
