Our Easter Sunday stoner* holiday was decidedly understated, mainly devoted to a review of the week’s accomplishments [like seeing “Fire” and “Ice” back home in the Repo]
including the progress outside like the relocation of the massive skid “Cloak” rode in on to
the future site of “Valley Fog” [stay tuned] and though some “Some Models” were off their bases
“Insinuation”
and “Grey Matter” were there to be celebrated as well as
having the Frogpond being finally freed up…
Eastery things were leafing out as we packed, the one downside being a bent Taco tailgate
after I miscalculated where the Repo door ended. We repeated the rounds in the afternoon to
see it all [and “Necklace”, below] in a different light
along with Sumi, straw dog.
All in all a good day for us though Monday, as D. Pinchbeck wrote, “we seem to be living in a dystopian novel that is similar in tone and style to the works of Vonnegut, Ballard, and Delillo, but exceeds the imaginative capacity of any human author. It is, indeed, hard not to suspect we are living in some kind of simulation, considering all of the poetic, synchronistic, mythological flourishes. To consider just a few examples: Pope Francis — a principled pontiff as pontiffs go — dying just a few hours after his meeting with JD Vance, the former atheist, now phony Catholic. Our sociopathic VP will utterly betray any value or use any lie if it helps him attain power. One can’t escape the feeling that the Pope expired just after meeting the devil, who has taken a vaguely human form”. “Vaguely human form”, indeed…
we took one last stroll around the park,
breakfasted on the porch and then
it was time to frappe la route
past Deep Hole,
through Gerlach,
Empire and
down 447 past Snoopy Rock
to Nixon then
[Wadsworth not shown] scenic Sacto,
the Valley, the ‘burbs
and into MuskVagen Land
which does have the advantage of some very tasty tandoori across the street
despite the plethora.
Oh well.
*And to think it all supposedly started right over there in Marin County…along with the Breezer.