Breakfast at AMC’s

It’s dark outside. Very early morning. Every day. The person sleeps all stretched out on the pavement, just outside of the local AMC. No shows at that time. No one around. Just under the neon sign, that says “AMC”. Relax, enjoy our feature presentation: dream, dream, dream…the American Dream.

One half says this, the other half says that.

Who wants to wake up to reality! Like a line in Breakfast at Tiffany’s “you have penchant for the wild, Doc, and when they grow stronger, they fly away, even towards the sky”….

Let go. If you love America and all its ugliness. Just let go. It’s the whole wide world now, both on the web and out there in real life.

We’re no longer in Kansas, Dorothy. Four “strong men” dominate world politics, while others are emerging such as Zelenskyy ( 18 months in and pledged to be all in ). We’re on war-footing. And such, death toll rising. Very much like daily upward updates of flood victim deaths in Libya.

The old Fox announces retirement. His Dad left him an Australian newspaper and from that springboard, he built. Empire of lies. Of half-truths and distorted truths.

The unknown unknown. We’re all in it. The hole, the bubble and self-deceit posture. New York Post over New Yorker.

Who wants to have breakfast at AMC’s when one can just “sit back, relax and enjoy ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s!'”

Art and life. Dreadful. No escape and no exit.

No choice. Except to accept. Without hesitation. So help me God. “Not guilty” until proven to be the opposite. In South Carolina and elsewhere, everywhere. People carry on with a straight face, “honest tongue and dishonest heart”.

Tax-payer dollars at work. Question the question. Ask the question. But is it the right question?

Is it constructive? building up or tearing down?

More aid and ammunition, please. We ought to fight and keep on fighting. For the right to dream, even to lie. Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.

Now rockets and drones flew over “walls”, seeking electricity grid to destroy. Except the technology now is more nimble, from Starlink to Starbase. While the size of things shrinks, the ambition of men grows. More “honest tongue and dishonest heart”.

Breakfast anyone? Where? at Tiffany’s or AMC’s? Even in the former, it’s self-deceitful, the “wild” in the city, from the outside looking in (croissant and coffee). Both – phony and real phony – are living a lie, and both are looking for a home.