the frenzy surrounding the hype right now while maybe being only minimally noted by amateur journalists is both real and palpable. this week a wave of optimism and opportunity seems to be sweeping gently over my rolling, transient landscape and alot of shapeshifting seems to have resulted. at least in the paradigm anyway, but fuck it, who really cares.

the risk of redundancy is always everpresent when you havent written in a while and at the same time, a mere glance backwards usually reveals that your writing is possibly only a glimspe of some transient long forgotten feeling that you just had to hold on to for just one more moment

what i have learned this week is that the universe is really an immensely magical place. much of our detriments lie inside of our skulls and it is nice sometimes not to have to function with lock down status and instead just functioning on cool breeze status. even without the illusion of being imprisoned, we are still imprisoned in some deeper transformative inhibiting way.

that being said, i suppose it is time to say goodbye to lethargy and hello to cultured optimism. im not trying to be all smarmy or gawker-ish about the whole thing but sometimes the method of being coy is revealing enough