so, just get into it for yourself

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tomorrow you may bring about the destruction of your world

tomorrow you may sing in paradise amongst the smoking ruins of your world’s cities

but tonight, I would think of one man, a lone individual

a man without a name or a country

a man who I respect

because he has absolutely nothing in common with you

the man is myself

tonight I shall meditate upon that which I am

-henry miller, 1934

This plane is definitely crashing. Please secure your air mask before helping your neighbor. I know you are reaching for something to grab a hold of, to stop the spinning downward spiral of a doom-scroll. The system owns the path of least resistance. Easy, mind numbing slop.

Repetition is god. lifting heavy things — up and down, up and down, until exhaustion. Running until your legs fall off. Reading until your eyeballs swell and the words start to jumble. This is all I am able to offer as an answer.

We are all trying to get lost. It’s the only way.

I believe in love and its power to vibrate through our lives, conversations and connections. Now more so than ever. Spending one hour with a friend, talking about whatever — laughing, knee slapping. Fuck. That is worth so much more than anything consumed on this little glowing screen.

Light a fire.

Stare into the sun.

Do too much.

Write a letter.

Fall in love with something that you forgot.

You can’t gate-keep the ocean if you are swimming in it.

So, just get into it for yourself.

I hope to see you soon.

At your house, or mine, or maybe even at a bar making a bad decision.

I will take that over whatever this is any day of the week.