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Legends of the Fall


This is already September 3, but it is still hot, Alhamdullilah!

Granted, at night, it is not stifling as it used to be just a few days ago, seeing as we are near the border of town, where we have a few degrees lower temperatures than in the city proper.

I wonder what cycling will look like in the next months, with cold coming down on the road.

That might be the time when writing takes place indoors, as opposed to sittings on the ground, like now.

It would be the moment when we reload the stories of yesteryear, interrupted a while back 



Winnebago 



Sometimes it feels like having a motor home would be such a splendid idea.
You roam around, travel and see the world, staying for as long as you like in one place or another.

You have your own home with you.
Just like in About Schmidt.

Evidently, it is not all wine and roses.
Perhaps it is a bad project after all and it is only good to envisage it in writing, here and enjoy it's only benefits...

As a project, a work of imagination, taking place not in real life, where it would encounter all sorts of problems, plugging in for current and toilet, spending a lot on fuel and those connections, access forbidden in parts and excruciatingly difficult in others, given the size of the thing, which albeit large in terms of consumption and maneuvering, it is so tiny when compared with the huge mansion which I see at my left.

Well, forget about it, in the wise words of Donnie Brasco

Let's get a yacht instead.


Courage


I wonder if it is brave to cycle in this city.

Some would say that it is being mad, surely, not brave.
Truth is, it is a constant pain in the ass.

I mean, it is comforting to know that I help save the planet and all that shit, but whenever an ass hole drives within a few centimeters from my bike, I go crazy.

And that's everyday, except for Mondays.
It would be great to remember always the stoic and/or Buddhist precepts.

Think of what you can change and never mind what you can't.
Which in this case means, forget about the bastards that drive like crazy and pray that you survive...

Or take Equanimity, the Ford Ranger that is just the symbol of the opposite of green peace.
Better still... The subway is the solution that I am offered at home.


Democracy and happiness 


Studies show that happiness is associated with democracy.
It makes sense, I testify.

I was about twenty five when we got rid of communism...indeed, I was mentioned in Newsweek- once a reputable, worldwide famous publication- as taking part in the revolution.
I suffer from the effects of communism, just like the rest of the population here and the other places where Marxism ruled.

Having said, it is mind boggling to look at democratic places and see what they produce these days...
Trump, Bolsanaro, Salvini and others.

What is the world coming to?

The old question has a positive answer.
Pessimistic individuals have always complained and argued that it is the end!

Mankind has always proved them wrong.
The naysayers, I mean.

Nonetheless, this collection of cretins looks like ready to do permanent, irreparable damage.
They deny climate change.

The Brazilian idiot and his American buddy have the power to let the Amazon burn, destroy forests in Alaska and elsewhere.

And they are the results of democracy...