
The autumnal equinox is here. The minor blues are just ahead.
The leaves will fall from the trees like the days themselves, slowly moving into a new night.
So turn down the lights and let the moon savor the harvest.

The autumnal equinox is here. The minor blues are just ahead.
The leaves will fall from the trees like the days themselves, slowly moving into a new night.
So turn down the lights and let the moon savor the harvest.

The Finns are starting to freak us out.
They say they’re not afraid of the Russians; that they’d fight the Russian army with their standing army; that they’d challenge Putin to a street fight; that the Finns are a proud people, not afraid of anyone, anywhere.
The Finns tell us they’re ex-military.
And so then a round is bought, and a joint is shared. Things get fuzzy. They say they don’t want to visit America, and we say we can’t blame them.
We tell the Finns we gotta go, but they say, “No, you must stay for another round,” and we look at each other, thinking the same thing.
So of course we stick around because who wants to piss off the ex-military Finnish guys?

“This meeting today is proof that with determined leadership, nothing is impossible. When I took office, the war in Gaza was raging — the war in Gaza is over.”
Donald J. Trump
Chairman of the Board of Peace
February 19, 2026

“Turn on the TV.”
“It’s on, but it’s in French. Are you guys ok?”
“We’re ok. Your mom is taking pictures.”
“Pictures?”
“We can see the towers out your window.”
“You can see them?”
“Yeah.”
“Jesus.”

In Gaza
Families sleep together
In the same room
So if bombs drop
During the night
No one survives
The simple fact
In Gaza
That families would rather
Die together
Than survive alone
What kind of world is this?

I’ll never ride a Ferris wheel, a funicular, or any of those little suspended air cars that carry you over a body of water. I also won’t get on a ski lift, the London Eye, the Duquesne Incline, or any similar attractions because they all seem like guaranteed death traps just waiting to happen.
If I’m being honest, I’d say cable cars, cableways, aerial tramways, aerial lifts, gondola lifts, ropeways, sky trams, telphers, danglebahns, téléphériques, seilbahns, or any kind of suspended monorail are all suspect because of the traditional lack of inspection, upkeep, and general misuse.
I mean, “aerial transport systems,” anyone?
I guess the same goes for roller coasters or pretty much any kind of thrill ride or amusement park ride because, honestly, have you ever seen those things in action?
I’ll even go as far as to say I try to stay away from most, if not all, streetcars, trams, and trolleys, just to be safe.
Oh, and zip lines?
Fuck zip lines.

The voices are back.
But not the ones from the elevator. They’re now coming from under the stairwell.
It’s a small crawl space. I used to put my shoes under there.
Not anymore.
The voices could get angry, and I don’t want that.
The voices.
They’re back.

I’m introduced at a party as Dr. Otto Rollo, even though I’m not a doctor nor am I German. I think I recognize someone from Brussels, but aren’t I in New York?
Is this jet lag?
There’s conversation about a lawsuit concerning contaminated drinking water, which I know nothing about, so I sit quietly watching a mountain of blue candle wax make its way across the table. I look for an opening, maybe something about water consumption or environmental law or even candle construction, but I have nothing.

I’m a post-Cold War poster child.
I can walk around Prague with my Walkman and listen to the new Fugazi tape.
I might even learn the language so that I can drink and screw and bum smokes like the locals.

We’re watching Bob Ross reruns on VHS and realize that at any given moment Bob could just slap a dusty old shack right there in the middle of his imagined Americana landscape with a few brush strokes and we’d all be totally amazed and completely satisfied.