So…
The addiction to living in my prison is showing me a split. My prison is the nicotine. Smoking. Once seen as the epitome of cool. Marlene, with a long cigarette-holder, eyes languid, looking at the man like oh yeah? You think I might have to be interested in you? You kidding me? Much later, Yul saying on television; “If it’s the last thing you do, quit smoking right now!”. Now, at the point where the ridiculousness of killing yourself like this is very real. Stubbornly, weakly, still puffing what might be the last breath.
Making me think of all sorts of addictions. The big one we’re all facing, the one causing Climate Change. Man. So many addictions. But really, it seems to boil down to just the simple one of yeah yeah, a lot of strange shit going on but I just wanna eat, you know, just a little bit, cuz I’m really hungry. And my kids are hungry. Is it an addiction, this daily struggle to simply survive? I see the birds doing it too. All that matters to them is having a nest, someone to have sex with, and food. They don’t worry about shopping. Nor about sports. Yeah. A split. What does HOTWU really mean? Does it matter?
