S1MPL3 R00T M3D1C1N3S VS3D...

simple root medicines used

to be the tinctures that cured;

we chopped down all the forests

SONG OF THE DAY: Don't Send For The Others

Perhaps America is cancelling itself, as the weight of actual humanitarian needs crush the weak safety nets put in place as performative "freedom" fibers, brightly spray-painted red, white, and blue, but torn and frayed for decades and held together by dollar store duct tape. But also, not really America, so much as the United States, which is a completely different entity entirely. The American continent(s) have existed long before any United States, and likely will exist long after as well, hopefully with people still walking around upon the topside (or at least living in tunnels underneath). There's a shitload of work to be done, you just might not get paid for it, at least not with money. But once we're actually building real shit that ain't just talking shit and referring to brochures from the 1950s, doing work that builds support for every body, that hopefully will be more fulfilling. Because even blessed as a dude who can work from home right now, pretending my job needs to go on, there's a real heart disconnect from what I am bound to call "work". We got shit all backwards.

HVM4N M1NDS 4LL3G3DLY...

human minds allegedly

advanced, yet always pecking

around at outlandish schemes

TH3 S1MPL3 L1F3 P1L3DR1V3N...

the simple life piledriven

into complicated dust -

coltan and cassiterite

4 W0RLD G0T BV1LT 4CC0RD1NG...

a world got built according

to specs that may not have been

beneficial to us all

WH4T'S R3FL3CT3D B4CK D0WN FR0M...

what's reflected back down from

heaven ain't always seen, blocked

by our own fears' pollutions

F1V3 T1M3S 4 D4Y, 1 TRY T0...

five times a day, I try to

cast purposeful intentions

to same sky as ancestors

F1ND1NG SH3LT3R FR0M N4TVR3...

finding shelter from nature,

but none of humanity's

relentless onslaught of fog