sharp days as things fall apart

About a month after my last post I got fired.

I was coming home from work on a Thursday on the train. My phone rang and I answered to the voice of my agent, nervous and ready to put off telling me what she had to. So before the train entered the tunnel that burrows beneath downtown Baltimore to Penn Station, I was told that I shouldn't come back to work the following day.

The long and short of the reasons is that I was comfortable in an environment that wasn't comfortable with me and I failed to recognize this.

It's funny how completely worlds apart from that I feel now.

I'm hunting again. Not necessarily hungry and full of things to do and do away with.

I keep thinking about 1996 and how that year was the pinnacle of my generation's culture. That everything else so far has failed to see progress, it's all even managed to regress. All the music that had any potential within the past fifteen years happened within three years plus or minus 1996.

I'm not so much reminiscent, as I am disappointed that all the potential that I recognized shortly after that year has been squandered both by society and by me. Wave crested and then failed to wash anything truly interesting up on the shores of modern culture. In fact, modern culture feels eroded and primed for a cataclysm to wash it off the face of the earth in favor of some new beach of thought.