Headspace

At the start of the pandemic, I managed to carve out time to write stories, do art that spoke to what I saw around me, to our crazy world. Through the pictures of hand washing, of six feet apart, even as flashbangs echoed in the concrete canyons of Seattle, I wrote. Tales of FBI entrapment and UFOs.

Congratulations. Yes, everything looks healthy! A blob, unrecognizable. The risks of that spike protein are now higher.

Mail in ballots substantially increases the risk of crime and VOTER FRAUD!

For a minute, it seemed like the zoom calls and the other rectangles through which I kept touch with the many I’d met in a lifetime, through blood or space, would be enough.

No matter what you do for the Do Nothing Democrats, no matter how GREAT a job you are doing, they will only respond to their Fake partners in the Lamestream Media in the negative, even in a time of crisis. I thought it would be different, but it’s not. In fact, it’s even worse…

I kept my head on straight. Tried to look at the risks and manage them, tried to see reason in the graphs. Some anger did come out and for a moment I… I managed to hold it down.

Many States moving to SAFELY & QUICKLY reopen!

But even through the it’s a boy news, the the shiny rectangles, the head shots, all sufficed. I still carved out time to write. A tongue in cheek tale of the first Mgogo and God.

It’s more recognizable, moves around. We’ve dodged a lot in this city, but there are still risks to my pregnant wife, to him. We can’t come up with a name.

@CBS and their show, @60Minutes, are doing everything within their power, which is far less today than it was in the past, to defend China and the horrible Virus pandemic that was inflicted on the USA and the rest of the World. I guess they want to do business in China!

But soon, that started to wear. When everything around is a scream and a scream back, outscream them, the thoughts are hard to come by. An invasion of my headspace.

Instead the contest out there became a contest in here, and more so than before, I saw the strain between people on the rectangles. Like all the different spaces infecting each other.

OBAMAGATE! MAGA crowds are bigger…