Can you feel it?
I can.
An underlying rumbling. Something slinky like a snake. Some great unhappiness.
It’s the same all over, I think. Some kind of funk that’s dripping into our life from the leaky pipe of the universe. I’m not exactly sure what it is…but whatever it is, it’s not good. Maybe it’s the bad karma out there. I get angry sometimes when I hear about the continuing violence that we’re instigating and partaking in. I don’t think I’ve ever believed more in karma than I do now.
Is it because it’s the dog days of summer? The summer always seems to bring with it some kind of ripple in the Earth. Blackouts, thunderstorms…there’s so much energy. I wonder sometimes if it really is like the butterfly flapping it’s wings. Things that happen thousands of miles away affect someone and create a rift in the collective consciousness. So maybe driving a flaming SUV into an airport or filling a Benz with explosives creates a bigger rift, a hole. My brain tickles with the What If’s, just like it did during the London bombings. The amount of harm man can afflict on each other absolutely boggles my mind sometimes.
It’s all karma. It’s all give and take.
The endless pop pop pop of fireworks outside isn’t really doing much to settle my nerves, either. And I know I’m a little (lotta) jumpy all the time these days. Like I’m holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Trying to be as nice as a can to avoid karma’s iron fist coming down on my ass. So I keep treading water, taking my pictures and paying my damn bills.
I’m going to see Cat Power on Monday with Nickolas in NoHa. I’m excited about it. Her album Moon Pix really just sets to mood for this evening.
