It's another one of those days, coffee and oatmeal and ear buds and the universe spinning all around, begging for your attention. Music lies to you without malice, just a casual deceit for fun, for escape, for no reason whatsoever. As long as you don't believe it there is no harm done. Is this the same sun today? How do we know, really know, that it's the same star every day? Squinting up at it I am overcome with a lack of recognition. I've never stepped into this stream of light before. This warmth is strange to me, so bright and new, like never before. Meanwhile, there is nothing new under the sun. Same old oatmeal and coffee. Same old song. You know all the words. Won't you sing along?
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
