Apparently, there are some awful drivers who think any space is available to do whatever they want.

Left-hand turn lanes are not passing lanes.

“In any weather, at any hour of the day or night, I have been anxious to improve the nick of time, and notch it on my stick too; to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line.”—Henry David Thoreau

“A ghost in giant sneakers, laughing stars around his head
Who sat down on the narrow bed, this flaming boy
Said, we’ve all had too much sorrow, now is the time for joy.”

I think back on the last five years since the pandemic started, and when I hear a specific song, recall a certain story, or remember a passage of text from this period of time, I am overwhelmed with the feeling of loss. I wonder what they would all say if they could speak to us now.

So when will people conclude that the time for a second civil war is now?

A little work, a little play.

Rilo Kiley forever.

That’s it. That’s the post.

“Hope is passion for the possible.”—Soren Kierkegaard

Friday night.