To Whatever I Was Or Might’ve Been Before Status Updates And Their Inevitable, Fragmentary Persistence Into A Future Without Us (fourth letter)

You just can’t make this stuff up.  Bingo.
I support the ongoing actions of a nice woman down the street here and around the world.  Some friends and family stopped to chat with the obscene bind of working poor artists and capital accrual.
Our last camping trip had no clear address.  Implications continue unabated, cresting, to my mind anyway, in several weeks of violent skirmishes and the build-up of armoured personnel vehicles and military trucks along the border. Amazing.
We’ve passed by thousands of times – BUT – until something good is realized (so much is already in process) no quarter can be given. None. Enough is enough.  Bingo.
Return to humanity.  You just can’t make this stuff up.  Protect the dignity and physical safety of quality on a regular basis.
She said it warmed her heart to see old notions.  We’re all in this together.
You just can’t make this stuff up.  It’s a paradox we must be gardening.
xo, jeremy