It’s hard getting away these days.
Getting away with the two dollar sale of bullshit that something is cheaper, faster, better, stronger, thinner, friendlier, simpler, smarter, cooler, nicer, hotter, lighter, darker, sleeker, sexier, manlier, hipper, truer.
New gets geek deconstructed instantly and laid bare while bloggers can work up to any soapbox in any format and size to declare.
But maybe then it’s also getting easier. To know, to do, to see, to try, to go, to be. Each giving us power to realize—that fear, of anything, isn’t that bad. That we have better insight about what’s scarier, riskier, or stranger.
The way things are now? That’s the deal. You wake up each day willing and able to play the game of games. Your time can be occupied with the pursuit of justice, liberty, happiness for all. Or for you only. That’s just how it’s made here in America.
She maybe imperfect, but she’s my imperfection.
