Prelude To Van Life
The Lynch gang
Countdown To Van Life
29 January 2025 Wednesday 12:53 P.M. Five days and I’ll be living on the street. In a van. I’ll be Van Lif’n. Today I’m hanging at the Office. I’m looking around for the Immobile Dude. I don’t see him in his usual spot. That’s his usual spot, in the chair beside the rear door. He was in here yesterday. In his usual spot. I don’t know where he is today. I hope he didn’t die. Because that’ll disrupt the natural…
WTF Does Homeless Mean?
Say I have a pad in the sewer. Does that make me homeless.
Lies Too Large For The Mouth Of Truth
A scene from Roman Holiday
My Little Corner Of The Void
I often imagine the Void The meaningless horror of it. How we’re all pigeonholed in the Void. I’m talking the bleakest form of void. The existential kind. You don’t use this one for blowing out birthday candles. I don’t like it. I get depressed and nervous. Today was a bit different. I imagined another person rather than myself. Today, imagining The Void, my thinking turned to Mark Rothko. I don’t know why. My mind is like a crab. Clawing stuff….
A Pithy Aphorism
A vast middle-finger conspiracy