I've really been struggling lately - in my writing - and in working a new construction medium - fabric over wood and stuff. The spark has gone out, the flicker has failed. I'm not sure I care to finish my reporting.
Over the past couple of days I did some work on some old wheels/rims I have, that needed refinishing and paint. Took pictures, filed those away in a new folder on my computer that I made a couple months ago in preparation for a future thread called "The Po' Boys". It holds several other "picture groups" for that subject/project. I don't know. Maybe I'll just do it for myself - not report on it. Maybe I'll just not do it at all.
I'm depressed, sad. I am losing my love of mankind, humankind. I'm ashamed of my gender. I've lost faith in people. Selfishness rules. It appears we have gone over to our baser natures. We fell victim to selfish interests - of our own, and to that of powerful, tyrannical people, who have successfully distracted us from being able to discern right from wrong.
We have allowed the rise of hate, in-toleration, repression, and we hide behind it in the guise of thinking we are the only ones who "have it right". We hide in our homes, only associating with those of whom we agree with, and we are filled with hate for those whom we don't. And now we are ripe. We were told this was coming - but that may have been fairy-tale - devised by those who will have full control soon.
When we tell our kids, "we did this for you", will they, and their descendants say, "Thanks, but no thanks. Please leave your ignorance on the shelf. If you'll just stay out of it, maybe we can try and pick up the pieces you left lying around and make a world for ourselves". Or will they simply not be there at all?
Will there be anything left? Anyone left to pass Lil' Queeny down to? I'm not sure I see a point anymore.
