> No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.

--Dr. Hunter S. Thompson

There is much that appeals in this last creative act.

"Hurry up, please. It's time."

William S. Burroughs, Western Lands, 1987

He lived another decade, however.

I've written several of these of late. They just come out angry. Maybe at the last minute there will be some beauty. But considering who is around me to read them it's almost a waste of said beauty. The anger is more apt.

I noticed that pretty much all referenced some natural object like the moon or trees or field or river. I'm just another stranger on the internet but I think you could try the same. Pissed off cherry blossoms doesn't seem like a real thing that exists.

You need to deal with this because life is too short to waste it in anger. "Enjoy yourself it's later than you think"

Counterpoint to the mandatory optimism: https://harpers.org/blog/2008/01/brecht-to-those-who-follow-...

Brecht was however, fundamentally an optimist. Consider "in praise of communism".

You could have pointed to woodcuts by Masreel if you really wanted to lower the mood. More depressing art of the working poor I cannot think of, Doré aside.

W.H. Auden possessed great sanity: "As I went out one evening ..."

I like to think of the galaxy: https://youtu.be/buqtdpuZxvk

When morbid thoughts come

The "Country Death Song" by the

Violent Femmes beckons

https://youtu.be/FWZf_RBcB_Y