Doing your best doesn’t always cut the cake; not evenly at least. But we don’t always need a clean  cut piece, or a piece at all, and I think that’s where the accidents happen.
With cars, credit, choices of circumstance; we are left victim to our cement lives, all malleable in disguise.
Halloween is not for another month, yet houses are decorated with stores’ early inventory. Do these cheap goods make us happy, or do they fill time of what would otherwise be filled to the brim with sadness. No, I can’t offer alternatives – I would be no better than the self proclaimed living martyrs.
We each have to find our own ways; but how?

To start, turn off the TV.
Once it dawned on me that flashes and rapid scene changes protruded stimulation, chills instead of comfort, I unplugged the cable box and sent it back. I remember one morning on my way to the bus stop I inquired upon a Verizon worker about how to best get rid of the sad excuse of a connector to the outside world we commonly call the box. Looking back now, all I can remember is the disgusted seeming customer watching their installation and my apparently strange looking self. Modern thoughts leave a “more-of-the-same” union story that sold out its rank and file for a bogus contract, full of furloughs and holes.

Lots of things are leaking like a sieve! Local newspapers are telling me not to fret hurricanes and get my roof/windows/ life repaired NOW. Roads are potholed worse than ever. Not on Northern Boulevard in Bayside – that tar gained new stripes – which dried just in time for the light to change. A tool bucket the workers were using had a sticker of a Queens band – Yo! Scunt.

What road have you traveled down lately? What was the scenery like? Did it do anything for you?
I’d bet that despite what side of NYC we are on, our accounts of the infrastructure would be similar depending upon our lens. Is this glass half empty of full of crude oil… Did you strike gold or fall down a rabbit hole? Are there any rabbits around? Maybe if there are, they’re conveniently invisible; in this case our vision is tainted from the get go.

These may be strange questions, but at least they exist… Instead of having to focus all my energy on being a cog, I can observe the gears and rotary reactions of the world around me. I have the honor of avoiding hopeless enmeshment.
Any moment you can stop-and-smell-the-flowers is a time to question. Deep thought is for you and me, it’s for the world at large. If the TV broke, I’d bet it would get speedily fixed or replaced. If your sanity snapped would you treat it with the same urgency?
Inhibitions = Limitations = Maladaptive Misery.

Commiserate, breach unity, and move onward to the destruction of habitual massacres – in regards to your health, your attitude to strangers – your street.

Maybe peace of mind wouldn’t translate into a blaring over stimulated evening eyesore -maybe it could actually be tranquil.