the fall

there's a lot of stuff that happens over the fall that just can't be explained because all that makes sense of it is the leaves turning brown and orange and red like they're on fire. a kind of quiet burning. the summer saying goodbye and turning into winter, etc. pumpkins getting carved up and lit under and kids kicking them across the yard dressed up as skeletons. things don't necessarily make sense. why do we dress up in witch costumes or dance around fires or drink our cider listening to creepy halloween music? what's universal about fall experience? not the cold. not the leaves. not halloween. it's just another time of the year. depending on where you're at, you may or may not even know the difference between fall and spring. fall's a dying time. it's when the trees shed their leaves and become hands grasping at the sky. it's when things quiet down for the interminable silence which blankets every little affair in winter. the last days when you can walk around outside without feeling used up. it's the tip of the glass for apollo or zeus before the grand moveable feast that wastes us every december--when the legions of corporate america assemble to pull, twist the arm of the american populace till it screams bloody mercy let me go.

exploitation, tired experience. all of it's vanity and striving after the wind. better to sprout fur and claws and run naked under the moon away from everything else if you can. but you can't. we can't. tired fancy. that's what life is. enjoy. it ages poorly, I hear. enjoy it while you've got it.