somehow i stumbled into conversation with the deputy of a local department of the communist party of the USA. he was in new york for national meetings because his fellow comrade wasn’t able to change his amazon shift around.

the thing is, there are a lot of people out there that can a bit of a jerk at times

“The last century has produced an abundance of ideologies that pretend to be keys to history but are actually nothing but desperate efforts to escape responsibility.” ― Hannah Arendt, The Origins of Totalitarianism

this would have never happened before my undramatic conversion into nondogmatic veganism

is there a lonelier feeling than that of an empty disinfectant dispenser at the end of a long empty echoing hallway?

but what is the good meaning non dogmatic vegan to do when his bike got bird pooped all over as he is running late in the morning

as i walked away from the interaction, his last words did not let go of me. ‘take it easy’, he had urged me

come by and i will make you a smoothie

i glanced at the message i had sent just a moment ago and quickly came to the conclusion that the exclamation mark was a bit too enthusiastic for the circumstances

The Way is like a little bird There perched without worry The way is like a lily Clothed beautiful by nobody The way is like the rain that falls And waters all regardless The way is like the sun that rises Upon enemies and lovers The way is like a little seed Lost in the dirt of becoming The way is like the tree that homes Roosting birds amidst leaves, singing The way is like a woman who forms bread with her two hands The way is like the child who is Unseen amidst adults’ plans Dear ones, there may come a day And may the day be real When the gentle shall raise their hands And the proud will kneel Dear ones, may there come a day And may the day be real When the gentle shall wipe the tears Of the proud on even soil — by @davidbenjaminblower

fortunately there is still enough time for me to develop into one of those people that send in weather photos to the news programme

in a moment of interspecies connectivity i tried my hardest to let go of fear of loss and to choose to trust as the duck kept staring me in the eye and slowly moved closer towards our picnic blanket

i noticed i didnt entirely believe myself when i tried to convince our cat not to organise a mass uprising against the human oppression of the rest of creation

to spite our robotic overlords i tried to be as inefficient as possible