These days, it’s harder to afford continually calm thoughts. Getting priced outta the better areas of my brain. Once tree-lined avenues of optimism are being rebuilt into condominiums of pandemonium. Spending more time in doubt’s dark alleyways scattered with crumpled cigarette butts of “but…but…but…what happened?” Seems society’s suffering from a cultural amnesia, a grim Disneyland of the senses where some seem content with Mickey Mousing around with other people’s lives while forgetting there are even wolves at their own door. These days, there’s a kind of disbelief that makes the landscape go away, while certain forms of rage can bring about positive change, make everything flower with empowerment.