Monkeys

I stress out about the mess we're in. I stew and ruminate. When I can, I do something. Perhaps a blog post. Better, I go to a demonstration or take some kind of action. When the action is frustrated, as they often are, by indifferent or corrupt powers I am left worse off. That explains the blog silences.

And then there is the occasional poster or card. This doesn't feel the same as "action". It's not satisfying or frustrating. I don't even wonder if these efforts are effective. It's just what I do. Here's another one.