winter blues

Seems to me we are simply at the beginning of the transition times. Yet already such a lack of warmth everywhere. Any empathy must come from me. And like everyone else I am too tired and poor to muster up any consistent effort. I have almost no friends at all now. Too busy working and dealing with the stresses of this life in the working class...of the capitalist empire.

I may yet get out, I may not. Health needs, dental needs, the general ravages of aging on one's strength, and a million things to do--it will be something of a miracle if I get on with this travel plan, and doubly so if some latent disaster doesn't befall me on the adventure. Yes I will exercise, improve circulation, avoid sugar, floss daily, take vitamins, get the car worked on, do more Occupying, practice the fiddle, and plow through pages and pages of such lists which just cover basic maintenance. Then maybe I will earn some divine love from some overseer, or at least a dance with some woman who has forgotten we fought years ago.

The grand IQ has proferred no benefits on this life. I watch as idiotic yes-people get promoted throughout the supposedly enlightened corporation I work for. An entire social movement fails to focus on the lynchpin need to reform the nation's central bank. Former friends rip me for trying to make subtle distinctions.

I hibernate in the basement, knowing not what else to do. Old folks don't like the winter.