I despise places that I have no comprehension of. I despise my necessity to interact with people who do not live/make decisions through logic.
I simply, as my elitist nature makes a necessity, encapsulate myself in the relative oddity of the situation. Recently, after deciding that I didn’t ‘cotton’ to the neighborhood I was in by happenstance, I decided to be wasteful to satisfy my mind.…
First off, I must say that, in my perception..sometime in the the mid-1990’s, print newspapers seemed to fire all of their proofreaders (or they simply saw the proverbial writing on the wall, and decided, “Well, fuck it; I’m now obsolete)”. I can’t name one regional or national print newspaper from +/- 1997 onward that didn’t make consistent and absurd errors in tense, context, etc.…
I’m hesitant to ask locals if this is something not unusual just because it will always be magical to me, that, the first time I took a walk in Fresno, 1 block later outside of a casino, I am confronted with this:
(hopefully my tone conveys the degree to which/how often my life feels like it spontaneously becomes a deranged cartoon vignette). …
…When it stands status thimble
…Always half-empty, never
There’s a plan to disband
all empowered lands,
It’s just that nobody has bothered to figure it out…..
We dove in after we were already too deep.