(6/27/25)

Part of me still holds out for the usefulness of untempered fear, the prey instinct. Yesterday was a lay-on-the-floor-type day. Won’t go into it. Nothing particularly awful happened, just pin-pricks on the old amygdala. Like a deer in headlights. At the end of the day we are all still deer. Bucks still velvety. Headlights keep coming. Moon comes unbalanced as enveloping lights return themselves steel-wise. Unconscious engine heartbeat. The world one long highway. DEER X-ING. And we are either four legged or eight wheeled. We must brave the blacktop. Because it’s ditched and guardrails all the way down.

~clancy