The Rip

I should listen to my brother more often. Or more quickly. Or something.

Weeks ago he recommended that I check out the new Portishead. I've finally gotten to it.

This song is haunting and speaks to my day.

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There are things that I want to write. But then I don't write them. And then time passes. And then it all seems silly.

Sometimes I make notes to myself in my head. And the notes fly away.

Summer is a little over half over. I am going to try to write soon.

Summary

I'm back from Utah and what can I say?

Flying in an airplane is inhumane treatment of humans.
High school reunions are weird.
I hate it when people don't give a fuck. Or pay attention. Or make it always about themselves.
If you live in the east then you're "green" according to some.
Green is subjective, having many definitions and interpretations.
I love people....my grandparents and my brother kick ass.
I am happy to be home.

Pinwheels swirl and spin and rotate, subject to the whims of the wind and the breath and the air.

A toy, a game, a person.