Walking and Time Passing

We are two ships passing in bright daylight, right now. (right now, for me, is june 3 2020 7:17pm)

Our world is covering in miniature labels to get to association and HOME. We label our earth our continent our country our state our city our neighborhood our division of the neighborhood and then our home our room our bed ourselves….

To feel like one owns something one must name it. 

AND me and mom just talked about how men are in some impenetrable castle

They have always lived in the castle — Connected to the woman who has written The Lottery, Shirley

[Rant, not entirely true] And how did we manage to get anything done with men leading? They are so risk averse and or illogical.

Oh and the last 10 years have shown launches of AI and 3D printing and social media and company sending someone into space and communism and racism and…

Response - kids staying home with parents longer which is very healthy.

Also on my walk I thought about Bobby Day and I walked to his house 166 Laura Ridge. I remember playing War (ya know with a deck of cards, where you throw down cards and the highest wins and if you get a pair you throw your hand down first for the point) there in his kitchen nook, I think I saw the window, I think that was his house, I wonder where he is and how he is.

Our life passed by and time doesn’t exist and we have experiences which we either remember or don’t, internalize or don’t and we decide each and every second what we will do with the next. 

It’s a wonder we have come this far, but in the end there is the long sleep and we must feel the whole of life wash over us like a blanket. The last of us, our mind covered with a cool sheet of rest.