The warm dry air tells me something.

Walking the kids to their bus stop this morning. Feeling the last gasps of summer, pushing through Autumn like someone who’s heard and ignored “last call” too many times to remember. I feel the dryness of the air, more-so than the warmth. I imagine this is what dying must feel like; a confusing mix.

I’m not shocked by the results. Saddened, but not shocked. In Silicon Valley I have heard too many people ignore the cries of help of regular folks, marginalized or not, while feeling titillated by the prospects of the perfect hedge investment.

My own ideals are unclear at this point. Not in love with corporate parties and the system that rewards them both. Aware of the suffering in Gaza and Youngstown, and seeing how the professional managerial class (thank you ) will find benefit in the void.

Maybe the leaves are falling to make space for new growth, some time in the Spring.

But some things just die.

I guess buying that Tesla had some consequences.