Sad Clown at World's Edge
Today I'm a little bit of sad clown. I'm emerging on the other side of a portal during which I was reminded of the radical self-honesty that I cannot be so much of what many people who used to be close to me need right now. I thought my life through fascism would be expansive and community-oriented as it was for my ancestors who did this, but instead it feels prejudiced, limited and small. It's little like what life was like 6 or 10 years ago for me and I try to steer sharp pivots as the waves of destructive capitalism fling me. Were soothing words friends gave me just a few months ago even still applicable? Likely not. It is another era of un-minimizeable mass death. I witness from the edge and try to make laughter, art and music, but they are small because I am small-minded. I could not be what many needed. I eat candy and food that doesn't agree with my body like I used to smoke cigarettes. You should reuptake smoking for pleasure if you haven't yet. My grandm...