Separating the person from the lifelong goals of the person.

The person is materially immaterial.

If a brain’s connections determine a person’s social aptitude, then how much is training worth reconfiguring/rerouting major neural pathways?

Why fight City Hall, which is full of people following/directing the will of the people?

I don’t want your money to pursue my art because I, and thus my art, do not exist.

Major atmospheric pressure differences do not meet here today.

Half-eaten cicadas feed ants on the ground. Did cardinals find them untasty?

Opportunists alight.

Smoke from an extinguished candle fills my lungs.

This is one of those days I would be okay not waking up tomorrow, my body’s accomplishments met, having jousted windmills and watched my dreams come alive.

The other goals live with or without me.

How many more days can I live in simple happiness, trying not to feel guilty about a middle-aged body being absent from serving out some sort of sense of social responsibility, despite knowing I have a brain not wired for constant in-person social contact with my species, a cat’s inconstant attention sufficient?

Je ne sais pas.