Dark skies and muddy streets
empty reflections in puddles
between a bridge.

I really like the paragraph in this article about Puma planning to stop using cardboard boxes for their shoes.

"Sustainability is not only absolutely necessary considering the situation our planet is in, we as companies are also overdue to take responsibility," Zeitz said. "We can't wait for governments. Companies have to lead the way and we want to be among the leaders."

I often wonder about all the packaging. If you walk into any store, you'll find tons of plastic going on everywhere. The most wasteful packages I found were in Meat Plus, Ameenee Magu, that has 15 gram jam jars, made of glass and iron, similar to the bottles of Purity baby food, but even smaller. More than one serving probably is in the jar, but then you have the packs of single serving jam pouches as well stacked in the freezer.

People, please...

"I hate you because you believe in different things than me. I hate you because you are stubbornly clinging onto your beliefs instead of choosing to believe in what I believe. I hate you because you are popular amongst the people who share your belief. I hate you and I want to have nothing to do with you, and I might consider killing you because of what you believe in."

I think we all need to identify the root cause of the above expressions and prevent this sort of thinking from causing secondary problems.

Aching neck, nausea
I've got a diving mask on my face
It feels rubbery all around
I feel like throwing up.

Tylenol to the rescue!
Tadaaaa

When you dream, you can't read.
And yet, most of the blogs I read
Are written while dreaming.

Either the srting theory just putrified, or the world lost a lot of angular momentum during February. In any case, March seems to last forever.

Sigh...

Playing around with dactyls, trochees and freeform candences.

Through the falling mists of the mind
one last flicker of a hand waving to me
A hesitation between a sky and a painted
ceiling above my head
I keep seeing the clouds
long after I'm awake...

[Another one in the same beat structure]

I fell in love with cursing and now my father
has climbed up a tree in the sea
I didn't know that a tsunami would be the
result of all that magicking
I am swimming around
washed away in the flood...

Augh, I am bored.

Utter silence. I can almost hear the chemicals combine inside my mind as I think the words that spill out of my fingertips, onto the keyboard, onto the screen, into a server several thousand miles away. There is no traffic outside, no construction noise, no phone calls, no colleague... not even the rumble of the air conditioner inside this room today. Not even the chirping of a cricket.

No-one is online on the myriad chat apps.

Am I supposed to learn from this... the writer of "The (so-called) Art of Silence"?

...

This silence is distracting me.