Squirrels and birds have taken over the neighborhood. Sitting on my porch just now I saw two squirrels running headlong down the street, and I wonder if these are the same two who burst through my yard yesterday upsetting my reverie. It's good to watch the animals get on as they always do. They are not troubled by the vicissitudes of modern life. They just squabbling over food, singing songs of love and chasing down a would-be mate. The large cedar tree in the corner of the yard endures -- through drought and freezing temperatures. A home for said creatures and a witness, albeit a silent one.
I started watching the second season of the show Man in the High Castle. It's grim, but no worse than our current political scene. Well, that's an exaggeration of course, it's worse because the Nazis and the Imperial Japanese have taken over the United States. I watched the last season before the election of our Nazi King and the show didn't have quite the impact it has now. I've also been watching Black Mirror, which is a series of individual stories about our modern obsession with tiny screens and the remote connections. What makes both of these series so disquieting is that they have a large kernel of truth in them. They express the final and worst scenarios of what we are currently building in our culture.
I've given up viewing the news on TV except for the PBS NewsHour. I suppose I've traded one nightmare for another. It's like a bloody car crash alongside the highway -- you don't want to look but you do. Such is human nature.
"Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull." George Orwell, 1984