I did not fill the gas tank up over the weekend.
This morning the warning light let me know that I had better get on it.
As I stood outside I thought:
What a waste, pumping death.
I think about how tangled up we humans are, inside and out.
A bit of fall melancholy perhaps?
Nah, things just are how they are and than they change.
I can see the wind. I feel a little bit of guarded hope for humanity.
I see people using reusable shopping bags. That’s nice.
I don’t think that will save the world. But it is a sign.
Maybe we are getting ready for an evolutionary leap.
Slowly, there is a message being broadcast. Same one as always.
It has no words that can be uttered without confusing the message.
Just a frequency. 1.855 x 10^43 Hz?