Walls have taken over my life. It's disconcerting and it's creepy and I don't know how to undo it. I used to just live inside them, walk beside them, only really paying attention when they were sporting some nice graffiti. These days even plain, grey walls pop out like clown masks while tripping (seriously, it's that disturbing). A typical day now reads like this:
* Wake up, check the news. The Israelis and Palestinians are either bombing the hell out of each other, or they are reloading. Nice photo of an eight foot concrete wall and a little kid running for cover.
* Get an email which tries to convince me that the entire reason our economy is tanking is because of the Mexicans. Wants me to (among other things) spend some time helping keep an eye on the video streaming from the border, let them know if I see anything sketchy.
* Check The Contest, feel crazy and discouraged, or guardedly hopeful, vow to think about something besides walls.
* Read about the ongoing economic troubles. People screaming about Wall Steet. Rip out fistfuls of hair.
* Hit Stumble…find page of Robert Anton Wilson quotes. Breathe sigh of relief, until I hit this gem: The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill. Think hard for a moment on RAW's statement about finding 23 everywhere. Realize I am perilously close to obsession.
* Take break and walk the dog. Do you have any idea how many types of fencing there are available for your home or office, these days? Note security signs in yards, Beware of Dog notifications, neighbors who are pointedly ignoring each other.
* See statue of Buddha, and pause for a minute, feeling inexplicably sad.
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