Editorial note: this post is SO OLD
Dang it!!!
I hit save on this at 1:20 PM, and it's been sitting in drafts ever since! It just said "DRAFT" in the subject line, nothing else, no thoughts, no wisdom - couldn't scrape up a scrap of anything inspired, in the middle of running around like a lemming! And now it's 4:11pm, and it feels too late. Alas, alack, awash in black I mourn the demise of another week, and shake my fist in anger at the approaching and much-loathed WORKLESS MONDAY! "Labor Day" indeed! Some way to celebrate labor! By not working! Irony - pah!
Hm. Speaking of work, speaking of words, speaking of lemmings, I bet they could set up like, a row of a hundred hamster wheels in front of a cliff, with lemmings in them - that'd be some kind of sweet performance art nature installation! They'd be all, running endlessly towards that sweet cliff. It would be like, a commentary on modern society, how the ceaseless spinning wheels we allow ourselves to be harnessed into are in the long run, just a slower variation on the mass leap of suicide that certain furrier lower organisms take by instinct, while we sit scratching our heads over why. While we sit running in place, and admiring our view of the precipice over which one day we two shall plunge. But not yet: work, work to be done. The wheels must wheel, for as long as we run.
There. Perfect.
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