It’s been quite some time since I last checked in from here in the bunker. The war has slowly spread and worsened, despite that people speak less of it, preferring to go about their business. There is quite a bit of talk about the upcoming election, as if the results in either direction will be the first step toward ending all the violence. My feeling is that it will certainly not slow the war even an iota. Not a smidge, as a granny might say. The rockets will fly as frequently. The bombs will drop with the same regularity. There may or may not be other changes in living conditions but I remain skeptical about that.

How does one even begin to survive all this psychically? I’m not sure, but I’ve tried to set aside a bit of time every day in which I disengage from the mass destruction and the mass consumption, and I simply try to create something. Create don’t consume is my tagline. Make something every day. What does that accomplish? It doesn’t address any of the external conditions. It does make things a bit more peaceful here in the bunker though, the way brining a ward full of mental patients into the arts and crafts room for an hour every day levels the negative energy at the hospital prison. That’s it. Make something every day. Oh, and listen to music. That’s important.