Hollyweird Babylon

Something isn’t right here.  A lot of somethings aren’t.  A lot of somethings go against everything and, thus, we have a lot of work to do.

There is a production going on in Los Angeles.  A movie is being discussed and planned. Timid money stirs in accounts held by rich strangers with stranger motives, trying to weasel itself inside the heart of a digital diamond. I see the shit, but not the story. I feel the strange money sitting in my wallet that will soon become coffee, snacks, pens, and hard drives reaching out to more significant moments- to all the wandering people who have come here following the scent of an ideal, but finding only themselves in an edgy city that’s utterly packed, utterly cramped, with piled concrete, selfish real estate, and firm belief. I’ve seen them pace the dirty, overwrought streets in cars and on foot, which are as crowded as the rooms here feel. But we are here to entertain, not to pity. I feel the money, I hear about the budget, the thousands marching towards the screen and away from everything else, the back scratching backstabbers that keep The Industry alive, the glitter coated shit river flowing, and just want to burn or steal it all. I want to shut it all down and force them to listen to me and realize that I’m right, that time and money should be invested in therapy and exploration, not fetish and masturbation. I am among those blind & compromising hopefuls perpetuating the problem, yet hoping to make it turn on itself.

The problem lies in the aims and ends- too little, too limp. The problem lies between how to respect free will and how to impose my own. The problem lies on its side, covered during the day under new ‘For Lease’ and ‘For Rent’ signs on top of oily sleeping bags and jackets. The problem is of our hands and in our hands. The problem is as much of who we are as the resolution, so here’s to the evolution of our intellects/conflicts, which will grow if I want them to enough.

Happy May

May Day in NJ, originally uploaded by ducksRfriends.

Its warming up here in Philly. Soon everyone will be heat-crazed, but for now its still enjoyable. Playing on swings makes every day just a little bit better.