subjective observations


every time an opportunity--for conviviality, economic stability, right livelihood, whatever-the-eff rambunctious semi-adventure--appears, i have a burst of energy that is, all too often, not commensurate with the opportunity. often, my enthusiasm is utterly unwarranted, and is squandered as a result. it's like electrifying an inanimate object and expecting it to come to life in a unique way, only to see and smell it melting/burning/vaporizing. i become exhausted, and might even feign indignation, but the problem is entirely my own.

you would never really know by the "way" that it all-too-frequently "feels," but it is july. if this current morass of weather no-no-nonsense were in any way retroactive, then stevie wonder's (1st sellout) record "hotter than july" could reasonably bear the title of "room temperature."

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