I have really nothing to say about the end of this year’s slide
When explained all the rituals a friend lit up like the sun and declared
“So it’s a cult built on seasonal affect disorder” (exclamation point or mark I never know)
Yeah something like that but no nothing like that at all I didn’t clearly explain
Eating popped corn and drinking tea on this shortest of the short days
While not necessarily the easiest of slides it was genuinely eventful and fulfilling
With highs and lows and real confusion and true heartbreak and sincere joy
The goal may well be to someday achieve congruity – my own personal singularity
A place of peace and quiet without all the commerce and competition
Sadly I mistakenly envisioned this future to have become something other than this
There has definitely been a pivot from production to consumption and that frightens me
People and only people who you pick and choose and you hope chose and pick you
Are the final frontier of this era of "interconnectedness" that is as fake as "the devil"
In these tiny moments when I briefly surface from this lucid slumber
In the thin air between middlespaces and alone in thought and person
With slow motion scenes replayed on loop
The juries never take too long to return their verdicts
I have really nothing to say about the end of this year’s slide
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