I'm underneath a dark and gray sky that surely promises nothing but rain. There's a slight chill in the air that's wet and unfriendly. I'm beginning to detect the morning traffic below my window now. It begins like a trickle at first, with one or two cars breezing by but soon enough the natural air will be filled with the sounds of their engines, ugh. I can imagine all those red eyed drowsy Americans pulling themselves out of bed, through java fields of twitchy energy and Star Bucks, in a whine of "WE WORK TOO MUCH."
I begin my day with a bowl.
Good Morning!
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"Terrorism [is] a biological consequence of the multinationals, just as a day of fever is the reasonable price of an effective vaccine . . . The conflict is between great powers, not between demons and heroes. Unhappily, therefore, is the nation that finds the "heroes" underfoot, especially if they still think in religious terms and involve the population in their bloody ascent to an uninhabited paradise."
~Umberto Eco - "Travels in Hyperreality"~
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