Last night I should have left the house to cast my vote in the Pennsylvania primary. However, I decided against it. Not sure if it was my lingering depression that kept me from the polls, the endless rain, or a total lack of faith/interest in government. Either way, I said fuck it. Instead, I spent the evening with my three-year-old son.
We played Connect Four and pretended to escape from bad guys by hiding under the desk in my office. We listened to How It Feels To Be Something On by Sunny Day Real Estate, and the music I wrote and recorded for my wedding in 2003 (the first time I listened to it in seven years). When he heard the guitar coming out of the speakers, he asked if that was me, and looked for my guitar to be in my hands. I pointed to the stereo and he seemed to understand. We drank juice and laughed.
This morning I stumbled across this quote from Henry Miller. It comes off a bit clichéd on repeated readings, but it makes an honest point: “We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy.”
(Photo: Henry Miller in Paris in 1969, by Carlo Bavagnoli for LIFE magazine)