No, I’m not falling apart: this rant is only possible because I finally feel like I have a handle on my personal situation. I’m stabilized. But now that I’m stable, I’m looking around me, and saddened by how much my friends, family, and colleagues are suffering. Here’s my rant!
Soundtrack to Run, Lola, Run
vocals: Franke Potente; written by Tykwer/Klimek/Heil (1999)
By the way, since you are here, and reading this, and hopefully enjoying the podcast, please consider donating a dollar or three. Like many musicians, I’ve lost my income for the foreseeable future, so would appreciate the help:
…and in return, I will make a podcast every week for our quarantine’d time!
No zooming around for me. Maritime provinces…as soon as they allow me accross. I agree…impermiable…no dimensionality….flat…f–king flat screen wall. Where is the cave that Plato spoke of..
The Really Real World.?
I think we’re all looking at each other’s (zoomy) shadows now!