Document Two

Starting over again after the totally illogical conversations I had this morning. Where I literally witnessed the government not knowing what the right hand or the left hand were doing. Incredible. Anyway it just goes to show that there is no government conspiracy against me. That’s because they can’t figure out what the hell they’re doing anyway. So I took the next few hours to have lunch and do a little mindless scrolling on the inter-webs.

After clearing the bad taste of my government adventure out of my mouth I come back in here to tell you a story. With my candle burning down and the sun no longer shining on this side of the apartment. I look outside into steaming humid ground and wonder. How can such a pretty picture of nature be taken for granted? I know all too well how hot it is, but through the double pane glass it seems so peaceful and quiet. Like a still photograph or a digital painting. But I know that just beyond that transparent plates of heated sand, lies a relentless hot sun and steaming grass.

But what can you do? For I know if I spent more than a few minutes in that damp heat I would feel faint or worse. So I’m left in my controlled climate admiring what nature has made, while this creation of man traps me inside. Ironic, isn’t it? So with my notes from the conversations I had with Pennsylvania and Atlanta tucked neatly away. The careless steps on one mans floor sound like stumping around on another mans ceiling. Meaning that no matter what I say, nothing ain’t coming out of the conversations I had that day. So why fight it.