The dead end Pacific Ocean of Western Man
Here I stand on the edge facing West, "Go West Young Man"
I learned how to drive at 15.5 years of age after watching horror films in Driver Education. 1972. Edge of Sacramento county, almost county line, taught to drive in Gold Country with permit and then emancipated by parents I had the key to the highway.
I drove around as a kid in a VW bug with no particular place to go especially but in general Carmel was as far South as I drove and Reno to the East. My high school was in a suburb called Orangevale. Legend had it the bikers and cowboy faction of youth had it out with chains and knives no guns 3 years earlier. Don’t know. We were not far from Folsom prison after all in high school. So 50 years later I dwell 102 miles from suburban home 5 blocks from the Methodist Church bussed to in 5, 6th grade from time to time in the Tenderloin, living without a car in complete destitution (rather reminiscent of emancipated high school) on Nob Hill in non-suburban splendor, in a city self destructing profoundly, in a culture once called “Western” that has become hybridized with the Chinese Communist Party. In l987 for many reasons as I became resident of San Francisco and as student of it’s rise as an Imperial City I had before my eyes the world after the Gold Rush in collapse.
A City is no longer a City. IT no longer is a destination. IT no longer is a habitat. Read Jane Jacobs. The Death And Life of Great American Cities. OR then go where I go which is hunger zum etwas. This hunger destroys. This hunger emblematic in Joe Biden and Hunter as symptom and symbol and sign of this empty hunger, and as emblematic of Western man without the deepest myth of Divinity to inform life, without an unfolding of that which is best but a descent to animal in pursuit of hunger zum entwas for who can say buried deep in the Rocky Mountains in some AI.