Something about this image resonated but exactly what it is remains to be seen. It’s not any feelings against churches or religions, really, or at least not any sort of rancor. I’m no more dismissive of their bullshit today as I have been any other day. Maybe it’s reflecting a general feeling I’ve been getting from others who’ve grown disillusioned with the myth of God and Country? I don’t know. It just stuck out today. I chose the music based on the image. Nothing new there. My shelves are loaded with records I bought because of the covers.

No new updates on the war-at-large. I think I’ve hit a strange state of acceptance for now, or maybe it’s compassion burnout. Exhaustion. Depression? Whatever… I can’t be bothered. I’m growing old. My eyes are failing. My teeth are falling out. I’m just tired, and I’ve been looking out for myself. Wars aren’t for old men. Music is for everybody.