A Day December 13

The constant gravity has become pervasive. Each day I look upwards and watch the birds claw their way into the sky. So I claw my way through time struggling with the weight of things only I know. And apparently judging by the test scores I may remain in that exclusive club of knowing.

We have come to the end of the age of the Progressives and now we journey into Imperialism. In the world of Friedrich Ratzel there are those that conquer and those that need to be conquered. Lost in a nation that sees itself as lions I walk amongst the gazelles. In many gazelles there is strength.

Also I think the squirrels are back in my attic. One day I will defeat those little nut obsessed attic squatters, but until that day we remain at an uneasy peace.