2.10.2026

"It took ol' Jessup a full forty minutes to walk off his irritation."

This gig I've been working. Leaves me foggy. Someone else's words clanking around like loose pennies.

Need to clear my head after every session. Walking in circles is a palate cleanser. Crackers and cheese for the soul and I don't even feel pressure to buy a bottle of crap zinfandel when it's done.

News of the world out there trickles in with the rain. Away from screens the conversations are still about the shit everyone's thinking about. Mind control of the highest order. Ubiquitous. Collective cortisol spikes. Gods give us something we feel like we can control.

A large person in a trenchcoat writes or draws something on a redwood. My instinct is to get self righteous, to yell in iambic pentameter and rip the marker from their hammy paws and fling it into the stream running down the middle of the bicycle lane.

That would of course make the problem a bigger one. To be fair the tree looks dead. Wisdom check successful.

Hard being a monk in this world. Harder still to be pure. Impossible to be clean of thought but I never subscribed to that model anyway.