Apr 3rd – All the people, so many people, and none of them can read or write; and that’s why we’re all, cult-urally impoverished.

I just love the endlessly repeated, tautological redundancy of the dialogue.

June 22nd – I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker, We’ll get hotter than a poker, You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker, Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire.

I haven’t seen Nomadland yet, but perhaps with (temporary) access to funds and some paid employment I’m not so much homeless as camping?

May 7th – Dreams will come and they will go, when the rain washes you clean, you’ll know.

This must be how it feels to live in a totalitarian state. To be a victim of ever declining standards where there is not a single person of discernment and authority to whom you can appeal.

22nd Dec – For unto us a child is born, Unto us, a son is given.

The old me would have appended something to that sentence, but the new me knows that even if you nail the follow up all qualifiers weaken the case.