driving into the moon, the road is crystal clear, an envelope of magical light surrounds the freeway as i cruise along north bound, into the deepest parts of lunar projection. that massive bright satellite fills my network, messages from other places transmitted long ago received finally after static interference from humanity, it only takes solidarity and solitude. 
i turn off the freeway and follow the path home, as i take a right turn there she is up there directly ahead, that strange biscuit shaped circle, a super-moon about to eclipse. it's a wonderful thing to behold.

fathers day, i can't help but think about my dad, so many things he just didn't understand about me. it makes me sad that there was this chasm of misunderstanding, he just never understood me. i guess that was that generational thing, that gap people speak of from the 50's to the 60's only i was not even part of the hippie movement, i was alone and belonged to no movement, belonging to no one thing. a satellite like the moon. a super-moon.

anyways my father is always there, everyday, a ghost in memory form, a vast part of the past i always attempt to project into the present. light takes time. it has it's own speed. 

i speak to my mother, she's scared and alone. she lives in fear, it's frustrating the hell out of me but i have no influence and when i attempt to communicate to those that do i'm literally snubbed. i've given up attempting to even communicate now. that connection has been cut, my efforts to fix them have been pointless.

for the next two days it rains, heavy misery but i'm hibernating indoors, getting through some stuff i need to do like the bathroom spring clean, some mopping and polishing. still far to much clutter i need to get rid off but slowly i'm actually getting somewhere. i'm also developing a sore throat so it's plenty of lemon and honey tea, lots of sleep and recuperation from battlefield work.