I have no recollection of last night’s dreams, but when I woke up this morning I had the phrase ‘ankle-deep in entrails’ stuck in my head. I guess I’d like to think I’d been dreaming about slaughterhouses or battlefields or something else altogether only a bad dream could produce. Maybe I’m just coming to the realization that we’re always ankle-deep in entrails, that slogging around in other poeple’s guts — or even slogging around in our own, most ot the time– has become the natural state of affairs.
I almost just wrote “..the natural state of affairs these days“, but it occurs to me that maybe slogging around in ankle-deep entrails has probably been the natural state of affairs since the beginning of time. Maybe it’s just how things are, how they’ve always been; maybe we’ve gotten so used to it we just don’t see it anymore. Maybe we can’t see it anymore.
Another baby stolen and beheaded; Good Morning America! And now, here’s the Today Show’s latest on the car bombed flag burner, the kindergarten mudslide, the runaway genocidal bride, her twittering homophobic beau, and the rogue militia minister that brought them both together. Film at 11.
I feel like I’m losing my footing.