reactionary

dance with the one that brung you?

there's going to be a breaking point. where the sky falls and the burj khalifa crumbles and another october '29 burns and crashes.

we watched this video the other day, about the roaring twenties and depressed thirties. i think i was one of the few actually watching, and one of the fewer who was incredibly interested.

i feel like my roaring twenties are over. or at least, for a while. i want to find it again, and stroll down my own broadway whistling gershwin, but it will be hard. or maybe it will roll in unexpectedly. or maybe i'll be stuck on the middle ground as the domestic schism barely grows each wailing morning. i wish the wailing was of louis. that'd be sunny.

i was going to end this post with "i've lost hope in 2011", but i don't know how i feel about that now. hope is hard to lose, and it's harder to abandon the notion. but maybe i have, and i'm too nervous. maybe.