That was me speaking to my companion late yesterday afternoon.
We had a fine day, but all the news was pretty much disconcerting & disturbing, and we both have that uncanny feeling that everything is coming unglued & unmoored.
I think of Roberto Bolano, (I am so happy to have "discovered" that amazing novelist during the lockdown and post-lockdown, up to today, I have read 2666 & Savage Detectives - to read them is an exquisite, life-changing experience) and, you know, taking off from Bolano, it's like we are now lost in the Sonoran desert in the mid-1970's, riding in a borrowed, dusty, rusty-old Chevy Impala, traversing hard, dirt roads leading to a grand-nowhere-infinity, chased by hard-boiled, snake-bitten, killers, with a long-lost, finally-found, but now dead, poetess in the back seat of the car.
You know, it feels like the center is not holding...
I went to the great Google this a.m. and typed in: What is the opposite of Chaos?
The answer (not unexpected): order, orderliness...
But how about synonyms for Chaos? What a fabulous cornucopia of cool terms:
mess, messiness, misorder, muddle, muss, shambles, snake pit, tumble, welter
These are the days...
