With Gusto

The edges fade, public blamed.

The public can never be blamed, because they are always the public, whenever time, whenever society. Even when the public gets smarter, it's the public, and they usually take the credit for themselves. And it's the public who have become "they" and "they" always blame "they". Which brings me to hating the public. And I blame them for. . . .

Was at a party with Joy, a house-warming party for some peeps who used to come to the writing thang. Good times. Pretty casual. It was, in a sense, a public good time. I don't know what it is, but I've switched thinking about some things, and these two things that I've switched thinking about have fallen into the exact place which the other held! One is: drinking. When I woke up hungover, feeling empty, it was as though a little layer inside had been wiped away. The other is: when I went into public, the city was open and kind. Though seeing "booze" as "open and kind" is a stretch, as I think booze is a kinda dumb thing to fall into considering. It's okay to fall into it on a side-line, but there's been enough people just falling into it. The booze heap is well filled, and doesn't exactly need any others extending their entry into it.

So what's "side-line". All I can say is that booze is something to keep you effortless in times of stress, and those times come and go.