by William Skink
Yesterday I was downtown with my daughter at Dragon’s Hollow, the outdoor play area volunteers recently rehabbed. The only other people around were three women and two young girls, probably about 3 and 5 years old. They were all wearing masks.
My daughter and I were not wearing masks. We were, after all, outside, and the play area was virtually empty. I made sure to keep a good distance, and they didn’t seem upset by my bare-ass face. I did overhear them lamenting how no one seems to care where they are from about wearing masks.
My two boys, who are doing in-school learning two days a week, were all set to go five. But no. Now they are saying maybe mid October. CASES ARE SURGING after all.
I don’t know how other parents with less resources are doing it. If you don’t have kids you have no fucking clue what it’s like.
I heard the phrase long night of the soul the other day. I also recently finished watching His Dark Materials.
So much of it is in our face now. James Corbett, in a recent interview, speculated that the time for trying to educate others is over. I don’t agree, but I’m also not going to waste energy on pointless arguments.
A friend of mine has been imploring me to listen to Tool’s latest, Fear Inoculum. Yesterday Descending hit me and it was wonderful. It was followed up by the song below. Enjoy.