The foothold from which I can climb

What most astounds me of the modern world, is the singularity.  The absolute self interest without hesitation, and from all.  There is no age, gender or  social status contingency.
That, is what I find unusual.  The sheer determination regarding wants and needs, and short sighted perspective, shapes  virtually every experience.
Everyone is at war.  And it’s been externalized in such a specific way, that I am assured it is manufactured by a  synthetic sensibility , a desperation to win.

In such an early song

The Death of David Bowie, for so many of us, made for sad and  weepy days.
 I truly, deep down feel, that what it is, is that if David Bowie can die, then anyone can.
Not even trying to be silly.  The larger than life component is the truthsayer, and if nothing, or no one is larger, then it’s hopeless.  Is my take idiotic, or obvious?  I actually don’t know.  But there has to be something there, that strikes a connecting  chord in all of us, his fans, or admirers, even his detractors.  What remains, is that social media, when we are in mourning, shines.

Shiver stop shivering

Eamon and I were walking Hazel just at dusk last night.  I was up ahead, about fifteen feet, I looked back at them and said, “Be sure to always be alert when you are walking her.  Pay attention all the time because things happen in an instant.  We are never ready”
He looked at me, with that yeah, yeah, yeah, look, and said; “ I do, not to worry.”
Within  45 seconds, two rather large , loud and fast dogs were on them, snarling at Hazel, who took a defensive stance, but kept her head down, kind of, I’m guessing, knowing she was outnumbered.  Eamon kind of froze, I let him know to keep walking, and he did, spoke calmly, to Hazel, because, from where he was he could see they had shock collars on.  Though, they were walking close enough to the grass, that the dogs may have been able to get to them.
We looked at each other, once they were clear of the danger, and Eamon said something like, “women have magical powers.”  And I agreed, and took it one step further, kind of realizing that “witches” were probably women who had a keen sense, or an ability to detect things that they weren’t even aware of.
I don’t  know if I heard or smelled something on an unconscious level, I just know I knew it was coming.