Round Midnight -- tortillas and the corporate state

In all honesty, I am sick of thinking about it, tired of burning up unrecoverable hours at the end of my 63-year old candle writing about it. So are many of my colleagues in cybernetic left-space.Distance and solitude seem the only refuge. Which is why I am "aging Mexican," and almost monastically absorbed in the small daily rituals of sustenance these days. I do not kid myself that it is permanent or a real solution to the unbearable ugliness of the American condition. But at the moment, four AM, a cricket chirps in the orange tree by my window, and my tortillas are perfectly lovely.

In art and labor,
joe

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