I mean like (like ‘I mean’?) this stuff happens in front of you and you
never notice. Are we so busy with living that we don’t notice the surroundings?
Perhaps this is life and why we are not more appreciative of our little blue
marble?
Sure fashion comes and goes and automobiles expanded from the practical
to the extravagant, but when did we stop speaking to each other?
This morning on the screen there reads a shooting in a house where a
young kid dies. Is this new? Domestic violence has been around since eternity.
How many great-great grand pappy’s grabbed their squirrel rifle after a verbal
bout and a round of moonshine to blow off cousin Luke’s head?
I semi-remember the buildings getting taller and the roads becoming
wider and being asphalt instead of dirt. Airplanes became a nascence instead of
a wonder. Police became feared. Giant barriers were built around public
buildings. Churches and schools were no longer sanctuaries.
Not an “It was much better way back when…” but a realization of the
current and how it has evolved.
Families. Education. Employment. Religion. Politics. Relationships.
Change is good.
Learning how to use the porcelain throne is better than changing dumpy
diapers as long as the t-paper is placed the correct approved method.
Today I did my usual daily venture to the Tummy Temple to refresh but at
a slower pace. The traffic patterns were not much different but the atmosphere
was different. There are more street graffiti paintings indicating the
infrastructure is failing. The asphalt patches are more plentiful. The once
affordable houses are becoming monstrosities. The kids playing in the street
are protected by green warning plastic statues for now rather than yellow tape.
No more broken bottles or dogs running free due to fences or civility?
There was some point where honest talk became politically correct garble
that meant nothing. At some point we withdrew from each other in fear or
desperation.
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