and then our exile

inertia, from the terror and power of choice. i have to decide what to do with years of my future. the factor of sacrifice and the factor of why.

i'm fast losing hope for the world. i think the west has to take lead, but countermovements won't catch up, the system is hyperbolic. the muslim world won't, it is asleep; the non-aligned nations are dead.

i can't stomach the dancing politics of flirtation, at this time of night. the score is clear, the give and take, but i am exhausted and this is not what i'm aiming for.

oma was talking about her experience of wwii tonight (canada's remembrance day). she lived in a younger world.

twice tonight, told i complicate things too much. this a minimalist post, among other such. someday, perhaps, i may say things in full. someday i will visit venezuela.

meanwhile, i need to read the rise and fall of the plantation complex.