Stand in Line

 

Contemporary / Glenn Brown/ Ornamental Despair (Painting for Ian Curtis, After Chris Foss)

I spent time yesterday doing not that much at all.  I am embarrassed to say I spent two hours before going to sleep watching the pure, unalloyed mindlessness of TikTok videos.  No cooking, no cleaning, no reading, no thought.  I suppose that I should be ashamed, but I am not there yet.

Right now my whole being is exuding the essence of “I don’t give a fuck”.  I think that I am just sick of the whole societal parade and spend quite a bit of my time wishing a pox upon all houses.

Might spend a little time today or tomorrow (or maybe even this weekend) doing a bit of reading to catch up on the shenanigans of the world.  I have been lax and my not-brief-enough scans of the “news” seems to reflect what may be the worm turning.  Things have been weird lately with the incompetence, immorality, and impotence of Fuckwad the first being carried over into the administration of Fuckwad the second.  Some folks feel that there is no way to go but up, but I'm not certain of that.