Alternative Facts And Coffee

Not even Cassandra can keep up with the current state of politics and life these days. As noted, morning starts with WTF and just keeps rolling. Rational predictions have morphed to mere hopeful assumptions,  short term spinning.  Three Manga girls enter side stage... I know, times are weird.  I wonder what life as a Manga Girl is like. Is there some glittering cross over into reality or, Is that just reality. What IS reality these days. How does one define our current state of madness?

We twitter our days away while the night draws closer. Troops and borders manifest and we wait breathless to witness, once again, game played between pen and war.  Executive orders issued daily, a snowstorm from a white house on a fortified hill.  Are we all "A-Twitter". I get a private personal laugh at how appropriate twittering is from bird-brains.  Hey, have to find our laughs where we can when we are caught between the Red Queen and Mad Hatter Tea Parties.

I am learning the city, these days, seeking alternative housing. A  form of protest against uncontrolled rents and care-less landlords.  Apartment listings read like travel brochures. Each one a palace in paradise, and priced accordingly.  This one, like Manga Girls,  stuck between realities.  Paradise from the 2nd floor up.  Below, the homeless crouch, piled in corners, their view framed in rattling, rusty shopping carts.  Ah, the irony of the "shopping cart".   Pushed through the shiny aisles in shops, filled with a plethora of desire and our own reality. All our wants labelled, priced, collected. We pay for our selected realities, and return, days later, to reaffirm the solidity of our lives.   On the streets, homeless carts, strays from their protected herds, carry the  remnants of lost dreams and shattered realities.

Manga Girls have been joined by Manga Boys, and around me the tables swell with all those other lives and realities.  So close,  dis-connected.


My coffee cup has lost it's handle.  Less is stylish.  Will the next generation grow up in a world of cups without handles and Manga lives?  They are sweetly cute and the cups stack some much easier in smaller spaces.  Is our world getting smaller or, just our dreams...