Loss on day £100
"I can gather all the news I need on the weather report."
This is one of my friend’s favourite lyrics. And it's quite close to what I’ve been trying to do this year. Twitter is dead to me, and I have mainly been missing the news and am much happier as a result. Plus, the news is so repetitive and circular, I'm not even less informed.
Instead I've been thinking about two other lines in this old Paul SImon classic.
Firstly, what of this, in the Trump era, as a shout from a New York past to a present:
"Let your honesty shine now, like it shines on me."
Yes, that’s something to aspire to. Away from the posturing, and the politics and the proto-fascism, one thing I don’t get about America voting this lying cunt President is what do they tell their children. You know, like when them pesky kids test the boundaries – maybe tell a wee fib? (And this is Republican, Christian, Silent Majority, Middle America stuff). Do they tell them of George Washington and the cherry tree, as every generation in that America has done hitherto? And, if they do, what do the kids say? “Nah, fuck that, grandma, I'm gonna be like Trump.”?
Which leaves me with this:
"Half of the time we’re gone and we don’t know where and we don’t know where."