I got down to Access 10 before my meeting this morning if only for a few minutes. The smell of the air, the sound of the waves, and the sight of something so large and vast and unfilled with anything but salt water moving up and down and breaking — I didn’t realize how much I missed it.
Life can’t resume quick enough.
Everyone has something going on. We’re all living broken, interrupted lives in some way. The world is imperfect at best and downright hostile at it’s worst. The news gets worse everyday. People killing people. Trump leading in the polls. Surely the end of the world is nigh.
I’d just like to sleep it all off.
Where are you, my personal Tony Bourdain? When will you come to my house, eat my simple food and break it all down for me while the film crew hangs out just off camera as if this moment isn’t completely manufactured. I could use some of your staged authentic vibe right now and some quick answer to carry me through all this… That and maybe a little empathy from the viewing audience who has no clue what it’s like to walk in my shoes and yet they feel akin to me all because of your understanding gaze as you chew on that peace of roasted meat fresh off the fire.