Best I think through the hard version, the failure, because if it’s easy there’s no problem. My daughter says easy-peazy-lemon-squeezy. wish that was my back up band, let’s hear it for the easy peazy lemon squeezies. Reading about Charles Bukowski, he polarizes people. A friend said disparaging things about him, will keep my admiration secret. Impressed me most was the words on his tombstone “don’t try”. Love that advice. That’s nobody’s advice. That makes sense to maybe 3 people in the world and one of them has a test today. About my schoolwork which was on songwriting and repair or trauma or pain, however you want to put it. How people can write songs to restore themselves, heal themselves. How songs can mobilize people or movements like the song the suffragettes had The March Of The Women or the Estonians national anthem, which though sanctioned by Russia was actually a way of them agitating against the forced situation they found themselves in. I get tongue tied easily because to be tested about it is to enter voluntarily into a space with stakes that distract me, ironic that at the same time I have to articulate ideas around the oppressor and the oppressed, “don’t try”.