Yesterday I moved all my sessions to the late evening, so I could spend the entire day with Bruno.

In the morning we put some lego together, we had lunch in a restaurant with an impressive kids corner. I was mostly present with him. I am diseased too, still, overcoming our culture of spectacle and being drawn to performance, not immersion or transcendence, so I couldn’t resist taking some pictures of him. As if that would preserve the memory. 

When you are dedicated to your child, but in a calm way, not in this hysterical way, the waitress will eye fuck you. It’s not why I am devoted to Bruno, but it’s nice. Especially in a culture as frozen as Slovakia. The lady was alive and spotted someone alive.

Then I took him for ice cream at a shopping mall. I hate shopping malls, but this one has fairly decent playgrounds on the roof and in a roofless courtyard.

A little boy, Mathias, kept grabbing my hand to lead him across obstacles and it embarassed the mum, which was fun.

Some college students were talking around us and one guy I wanted to grab and help see why he was really saying the things he was saying and why he was really flicking his finger against a cup a girl was sipping from.

At least he was alive, for now.

I was ‘mindful’ or as mindless as can be throughout the day and felt that being with Bruno the whole day is far more important than anything else I will ever be doing on this planet full of unhappy work slaves and status seekers.

Sessions I can’t talk about in detail.

Online I saw some people dying to believe Iran shot down a F-35, because a professor of Iran shared some crude video of something that could have been anything.

A good reminder that people don’t care about facts, pretend to be thinking critically when it suits them and must be having pretty empty lives if they need stories of a downed F-35 to cheer them up.

Irananian propaganda is as silly as Israeli propaganda, but it’s less forgiveable, because Iran can’t afford sloppy propaganda. Israel already has nukes.

Well, it’s twitter, people come looking for a mixture of dopamine and cortisol and will claim they came looking for education.

It’s like a casino with blood stains on the wall. The house always wins and the client leaves emptier, even the few who have some winnings.

At night I posted an old book review of a book I read last year in january.

I had forgotten about it, but apparently the father of the author liked the review.

I could see by the reaction that the plight of the Palestinians is not as novel or interesting to people anymore as it was a year ago.

And there’s plenty of stuff I can’t share here, cause it’s not a password protected post.

Bruno is awake. I must go.

Today am celebrating the birthday of one my clients, playing Dominion with two others, going deep on Iran with another, etc

Truth doesn’t do much online, but it transform at least me and 3 others or so.

I forgot to explain the title. Some other time, am sure.