I awake in the ever present Los Angeles. Sun shining bliss. Even the coolness of an overcast day, like today, is paradise. I breath the cool air. I walk the dog. I look at the trees and grass and sky. And sometimes I think. I think about what is going on in the world.
It feels at odds. I wonder what the impact will be. To the real, physical, outside of our heads, reality. The one with trees and cars and plants and animals and humans and rocks. It an emotional cataclysm that is not reflected in the world of planet earth. In the living and dying of plants and trees and birds and humans.
There is the fear. It is contagious. Like a cancer. It pulls the spiral down. Concrete shoes in the ocean. Pent up energy, forced through a nozzle, compressing it into a weapon. Killing slowly from the inside.