The Good Old Days are always
gone despite belief in evolution.
Where’s the middle territory between
being stupidly indifferent and stupidly
scared? Between doing nothing and
always fixing? Sleeping soundly on
the one hand and knocking on doors
because the sky is falling the sky is
falling on the other hand?
What’s permissible to hate?
Fashionable to despise?
I’m curious about ways Fear &
Company are properly attired:
personae non grata unless
dressed in emperor’s new
habits & habitattoos,