Vortex

I could still hear the music but only inside my head, from a moment that occurred some thirty years ago.  I had to be careful or else I’d get sucked into the vortex of melancholic nostalgia.  Not a bad place to be, but neither a desirable one at that.

I have just sucked down two IPA beers and two glasses of Pinot Noir, the finest beverages my local Walmart had on offer.  I had attempted to sleep off most of it, but the Rose parade blaring from my television set had destroyed my slumber.  Some bizarre homage to the Blues Brothers being performed by a group of energetic pseudo entertainers, no doubt out on parole.

That’s it, relax now, let the alcohol do its job.  And a fine job it was doing at that.  In fact, I’m here and it is now, right in the time place continuum I strived to be.  I had arrived there at some time just past 2:30 PM and things looked promising heading into the late afternoon.

I only wish I could convey the fabric and colors of the thoughts that are now currently appearing in my mind, like a circuit board of high-tech existence.  Nothing better on this forsaken day of 1 January 2024.  To anyone left alive and still standing who happens to be reading this, I salute you.  Now be certain to don your orange tint glasses, for 2024 is going to be a wild ride. 

That is all for now, I must evaluate the situation and get back to you once I’ve found out what exactly the score is on this side of the boundary.