This one just is what it is, nearly two hours of lo-fi, trip hop madness. Good for the head. Good for the soul. It’s a good way to ease back in from a quiet weekend. It was almost like a temporary truce had been called, at least over on the other side of the river. The streets weren’t heavily trafficked with refugees of suburban households, like usually. The bars were quiet on Saturday and Sunday night. There seemed to be fewer if any casualties. A calm before the storm? Perhaps, but why question it. It was quiet. It was nice. I’ll take it.

It’s Tuesday morning now, though. It rained overnight and tires are hissing on the pavement outside. People are already up and moving to their positions… To the ramparts… Rockets/tail lights red glare. Nothing bursting in air yet this morning. We’ll see what the day brings here in late capitalist America. Whatever it may be, it’s going to have its own momentum already. It is (whatever it is) coming. We’ll take a body count at the end of the day and then we’ll get ready for tomorrow.