Despite pushback from none other than the amazing Jamie Wheal, most readers seemed to appreciate my political venting yesterday. Jamie thinks I should avoid obsessively paddling in the current political morass and go back to repackaging Greenwich Village / Beatnik anecdotes from my mother’s early life in New York City, or surface some occult tidbits from my visits to indigenous people such as the Kogi. Alas, I don’t have that capacity right now, eight days out from the inauguration.
I admit to an Asperger-ish tendency to hyper-focus, fixate, on certain subjects and themes. I don’t know what my own form of neurodiversity is. At the moment I feel hyper-stimulated, energized, by my ongoing effort to attain an “overview effect” on our dreadful plunge into whatever is coming. As for rhapsodizing about the Beats or the Kogi, I believe both “culture” and “spirituality” are under immediate existential threat from the dark forces unleashed from the collective unconscious.
Last night, I dreamt I was sent to a new U.S. concentration camp.
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