OK, so this week at Cardboard Gods has so far been one that has dwelled on aging and on where aging ultimately leads. What a grim one-direction-only conveyor belt is life! So the question is, how to get through weeks like this (or months) (or more) without going kind of nuts and/or walking around with a sad and anxious look on your face, exactly the kind of loserface that will not help open doors for you in your quest to rise to the Top of the Heap in life? I don’t know. Drugs? Booze? Television? All of these are fine options, of course, I guess, and there are others, too, probably, such as yoga and bow-hunting and “swinging.” But me, I like going backwards, or fostering the illusion of going backwards, of becoming as the gentleman pictured above instructed, “a teahead of time.” It’s Jack Kerouac’s birthday today (thanks to fjgallagher for emailing me a reminder), and I think he would approve an attempt to head in the opposite direction of that Inevitable Day when remaining loved ones will gather and split up my meager possessions, when the Blue Line train will be one guy less crowded, when a maintenance man is contacted by Human Resources to remove my nametag from my cubicle. Oh the woe, birthday boy, for all of us have deathdays too, so let us in your name go backwards, eyes and ears open to all that once was that is gone. Read the rest of this entry ?
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