At the Fall

Ticket to Ride

At the fall of capitalism all my misspent hobbies of stolen time become my virtuous labors of the bright and blessed day. This is after, of course, a month-long nap I've promised myself, just so, upon waking, I can be sure that Capitalism did, indeed, fall.

And then I can look around and see the world with fresh new eyes.

Because the truth of the matter is that I haven't really ever gotten enough rest on a regular basis, and I'd like to try that out during the time I have left on this planet. It's amazing what the right amount of sleep does for your perspective. There’s a tremendous number of things I would like to get done that have nothing to do with some shareholder’s persona portfolio numbers going up. Or down.

I'll still have a lot of writing to do. I have friends to see. An aquaculture tank to set up, a geodesic garden to get percolating, solar thermal salt batteries to install and three large pieces of canvas that have been needing paint for the past two decades, possibly more, now that I think about it, and hell, maybe I’ll even get War of the Worlds finished.

There's never been a shortage of things to do, and I’ve never not ever been bored. I have been subverted to other people's wills though, without my consent, and I’m fucking glad that's over with, now that ding-dong the crapitalism is dead, finished, and over with all without me resorting to revolutionary violence, that is.

The thought that leisure itself could be revolutionary...a world waking up from a nightmare is like waking up after soft rains stop falling and the coolness of grass balances with the heat of the sun and the day flows into night's wisdom with the moon as guide. There are now again thirteen months, there are once more thirteen Thanksgivings, each according to the natural state of the world in that month’s moment, all before the old and sullen madness infected almost everything.

There is more that wants written, but it seems to sit beyond the wall of sleep, dancing its nymph-dance. The choreography is the leaves of the book, but I only have the playbill. I seem to have lost my ticket stub.