For far too long, I would be ready with an apology. For far too long, we have let the mind wander from the reality that our bodies are made to be torn apart and eaten by beasts with teeth and claws.

All kinds of topsy-turvy fip-foppery is going on. In an earlier time, we would have been suckled on the tit of journalism that showed what it was like for the bus drivers or the nurses to go on strike and why they felt it necessary. Now we hear about the inconveniences of the bus riders, often including the person who wants to be sure to get an appointment for a colonic in the afternoon and who can absolutely afford a cab it’s just traffic is murderous.

I can’t apologize enough for what we’ve collectively decided is worthy of paying attention and the hidden costs that get built into decision.

When did the title, colon, extrapolative title become de rigueur in the book selling game? A subtitle just told me about how we are going to create the future we want and I hate to break it to you author and you marketing team, but this does not work for or work on me. I am a broken person. I don’t have a future I want. I don’t think I or anyone I’ve ever met has agency in creating a future. I come from a deeply skeptical and compromised position, with loads of historical baggage and all kinds of substances and blackouts and system failures. Add to the tab aleatory love affairs that just reek of shallow but clear-eyed hedonistic escapades. I come from a cohort that thinks advocacy is to be distrusted. And even if the two decades ago criterion was just make it cool hasn’t completely ascended back to the top of the decision tree, it still determines a lot. It’s not just a contributing source. Miss me with the marketing tags.