Again in the fashion of many days, the police helecopters are circling the Lower Haight zone. The sirens from the black and whites, the red and whites, are ringing. Who is on the run? Having done what? Where? When? So many questions that inevitably go unanswered. The shear volume is staggering. Does one turn it out/off? If not what response in the midst of the enormity of all the events without meaning, without purpose. Why seems to be a muted question. Fashioning purpose challenges all. Generally I think that what is reality is invisible until one expereinces IT. Before that, without direct experience, the artifice sticks like wax and the real is fictitious/faux. How else to consider the fantasy of getting more objects, only to watch them collect dust. So much for the culture of shopping.
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