Daily Journal ·
Ah, time change. It always feels like such a glitch for the body and psyche when we do this. I wish we’d simply pattern our lives around a single global clock so we wouldn’t have to shift everything all the time. We’d still structure our days around the sun (more or less) but it might by 10pm for me during what I would now call 4pm. Alas. It’s a lament that has been lamented to death.
We are in November now, so the mad dash for holidays is well under way by the capitalist machine. Alas. Another lament.
What’s something I can say that isn’t a complaint about the structures of modernity? Perhaps I could simply point out today is Dia de los Muertos and we should reflect on that. I shall see about having some sweet bread and contemplate and honor the humans that have brought us to this point of existence. A proper holiday, unconstrained by the clock. Fitting.
Buenos dias.