12/11/25 - Breakfast at Tiffany's
The work week gruff sees fit to do me in, but I haven't had a single reason to quit. I believe in the capability of our world, in spite of it's many pointed challenges towards our collective hope. 1.6 Million dead in Tigray. It's enough to make you think it'll never get better. It's more than enough to make you give up. None of those people will ever come back to us. We allowed this to happen. Again. So much has changed since the last time we've had to stand against the axis of evil. I try my best not to be a political aesthete, you know. I would seek to value the advantages that we have, I would seek to utilize those strengths the best we can. But I will not lie to you, friends... it becomes difficult to tolerate all the distractions. It becomes difficult to value the glories of the mundane. But the film is a sad thing, for I wrote it ten times or more. It's about to be writ again, as I ask her to focus on sailors fighting in the dance hall... oh, man! Loo...