14. Single-handedly try to revive the Covid Panic--even if no one around you wants to--by wearing a mask, this time over your eyes, not your nose & mouth. Bonus points for bumping into cars, parking meters, and trees. (No cheating with seeing-eye dogs.)
At last, a fellow visionary! Yes, the blindfolded joy walk is the pinnacle of modern resistance. I make a point to enthusiastically collide with lampposts at least twice daily—it’s tremendously grounding, you know. Reminds one that beauty is still possible, even when concussed. And frankly, the bruises bring a certain…je ne sais quoi to my subversion. I call it “Guerrilla Dandyism”
It's weird. I had and still have a reflex response to your question but simultaneously realized any way I'd try to dispatch it as if I was snipping off a ribbon, and disposing of it to get to the heart of the matter, would be glib--even if true. Sort of how a koan is supposed to work. If only I could pull out a Bart Simpson -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_rZ6QM4RGM
Good advice.
14. Single-handedly try to revive the Covid Panic--even if no one around you wants to--by wearing a mask, this time over your eyes, not your nose & mouth. Bonus points for bumping into cars, parking meters, and trees. (No cheating with seeing-eye dogs.)
At last, a fellow visionary! Yes, the blindfolded joy walk is the pinnacle of modern resistance. I make a point to enthusiastically collide with lampposts at least twice daily—it’s tremendously grounding, you know. Reminds one that beauty is still possible, even when concussed. And frankly, the bruises bring a certain…je ne sais quoi to my subversion. I call it “Guerrilla Dandyism”
We can be the Blind leading the Bland—blind as a Lab Bat, doin’ the Wuhan Watusi!
On a morning from a Biden movie,
in a country where they turned off time,
you go six feet from the crowd like
Dr. Fauci, contemplating a crime—
in the Year of the Bat…
What are you afraid might happen if joy isn’t a joke?
That's not just a good question -- it's paralyzing!
Paralyzing, indeed. That’s how it often begins—like someone rearranged the furniture in your mind and forgot to leave the lights on.
But isn’t it marvelous? That eerie stillness, the slight vertigo, the peculiar sensation that something important just happened?
Delightful.
Most people panic and try to sprint back to certainty. But not you. You paused. That’s damn impressive.
Now, if a talking lamp or disembodied voice begins whispering secrets, lean in. You’re probably on the threshold of something absurdly meaningful.
It's weird. I had and still have a reflex response to your question but simultaneously realized any way I'd try to dispatch it as if I was snipping off a ribbon, and disposing of it to get to the heart of the matter, would be glib--even if true. Sort of how a koan is supposed to work. If only I could pull out a Bart Simpson -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_rZ6QM4RGM