Capital Hill, Seattle

Slow internet, nowhere to volunteer and help, no money for toothpaste and capital hill, Seattle going about their revolutionary lives as usual, having group conversations on sidewalks, with higher and sweeter ladies voices and deeper, bearded men’s voices.

Life really has gotten to be a simulation video game for planet earth.

And I’ve never found much excitement with those kinds of choices and decisions. So I’ve got to wait and eventually die.

Sit and hear the powerful, awesome and powerful in the world, outside the only place I have left to rest and pass the time these same people say, has to go faster than climate change and slow enough for them to have speakeasies and plenty of space for their requirements.

Not much else to do, but remember and forget.

Start. Restart start restart start. Restart.

And go to bed.

Hopefully, for the last night.

And day.