Full-moon fuckery abounds, as the Snow Moon casts its winter spell. Drivers have taken entire leave of all their senses, most especially the common kind, weaving dangerously into traffic like they’re the only ones on the road, or slowing to an inexplicable crawl of indecision and flawed safety judgment. The moon is also wreaking havoc with technology and what limited engagement I have with it, such as my phone, which is telling me the photo storage is full and then not allowing me to delete any photos. (The phone is over three years old so Apple clearly wants me to step into their next model and I just can’t with Apple right now – talking to you, pedofile-enabler Tim Cook.)
Frustrating, yes, and an opportunity for learning acceptance of bullshit – something absolutely necessary in today’s fucked-up world. That we should have to accept it is another question for Job – though I’ve forgotten the specifics of that story, if I ever knew them in college. I’ve referenced such things as ‘Waiting for Godot’ and ‘Waiting for Huffman’ whenever I’ve had to wait for anything, without knowing what happened in either. Empty facades make the best facades – one doesn’t want the mask to land with a thunderous thud. Better to have it slip lightly away on the wind, a will of the wisp flitting like a spark and disappearing before anyone can be sure it was ever even there.
Lunacy indeed.
