mark kozelic was right when he sang about this

2003-01-10, 2:07 a.m.

oh did the moon wear a crown of gold, harvesting joy in the dead and cold winter. just a little bit later, your could imagine that cloud crashing like a wave, and the moon was a silver dollar. it's in the clearing, it's in the empty lot where houses should be or cars should park, that's what i've been trained to believe. that is true, being taught that lots cannot be empty when there are houses all around it, and the person checking her mirror was taught to say hi if i stared long enough.

so in the mornings wake, you could only believe, or understand that we could remember the future, and that the arrows can be juxtaposed in wildly asymitrec ways. that is where the future, the past, the plotted point of now mix, intertwine, becoming crystal clear, perfectly predictable; this is not what we want.

this is why we close our eyes and point 'forward' to a grim/disheartened/disillusioned future, that is bogus, because we should have foresight enough to laugh before catastrophies, just to sink into the event, washing away threats to happiness.