I suppose I don’t have much to say anymore. It’s been a wearying trajectory through the pandemic into a world of war and upheaval The good guys have lost all the recent battles and the least qualified people to even fix your television are now in charge. There are wars. There are trade wars. The economy is about to crash and there are mass deportations and concentration camps being built alongside military bases in places like Cuba. There are ICE raids in all the major cities and families are being torn apart.

Shit looks pretty bleak, and on the one hand I can say these are just setbacks, but they are big setbacks with what is going to be devastating impact for a load of folks. Can we get it all back and then some? Sure, but it’s going to take a long time. I’m confident that the good guys will get it all back, but odds are I’ll be gone by then. This life has taken its toll and I probably won’t be around for a long time. I’m putting this out into The Universe but it’s not meant as a conversation starter. I’m just being true to the Muse of Honesty with this one. Time could be rather limited. I’m okay with that because I’ve had a pretty good run, but I would have preferred to go out when the world around me was on the upswing. Oh well. That’s how it goes.

Anyway, there’s still music. There is still art. There is still magic. This is kind of a chill vibe for a winter day.