Emmolation of America
Another four o'clock in the morning; can't get to sleep yet. I try not to watch news stories; can't fix anything. I stare out the windows of my daughter's fourth-floor apartment, watching the night trains roll by The apartment shakes from trains on the closest track, twenty yards from the building. I feel detached, isolated; numb.
Jumbled thoughts rule my brain; nothing makes sense, there is no order to any of it. Everything is raw, bloodied and bruised.
I seek solace in music. Solace isn't the right word: distraction, probably. This morning the song is "It's Been Burning for a While" by Chris Pearce.
Outside the morning bird choruses are beginning; time to go to bed.
1030AM, with first coffee of the day before I go vote: WORDS OF WONDER
1030AM, with first coffee of the day before I go vote: WORDS OF WONDER
