Hey. How ya been?

Uh, the usual. Different day same dystopia.

I hear ya. The cost of everything is going up. More than usual.

More than usual, and then some. Chaos.

Yeah. Lot of chaos.

And not much control. Where’s Maxwell Smart when ya need him?

Maxwell Smart. Haven’t heard that name in a while. Get Smart, the spy comedy.

Right. Remember, he worked for CONTROL. His nemesis was CHAOS.

Ha! Not much control these says. What’s it been, a year?

Try four months and two weeks. But now each day of the chaos is like way more than a regular day.

I hear ya.

It’s called emotional disequilibrium. Reality defies reality. Time is almost illusory these days. So, four months and two weeks may as well have been all we ever knew. But we do remember when there was at least some control once back when.

Back when, right. Not sure how far back back when was anymore. Or was there ever really any control? Give me an instance when back when was.

Before any of us were born. And maybe not even then.

That’s a weird answer.

In these chaotic times, weird answers fit right in with its reality. Time is now a complete illusion. The world is transient. There is only one instant and that instant is right now. We have always been in the same instant. That instant morphs and contorts but the world has always been in that same instant since day one.

Are you on acid?

Hell no. I wouldn’t even want to be on weed right now. Chaos has control of me. Why would I want to heighten that?

Hey. Drop acid, see god, wasn’t that a thing back when?

God is everywhere and nowhere. Like advertising. Our brains have been colonized with bullshit. Now bullshit is in complete control. And it’s chaotic. Ironic eh?

Maxwell Smart you are!

Except there’s no agent 99. Looking good and slightly sultry and full of sound advice. But hard to laugh now.

So, we should just watch the old goofball comedies as therapy, eh? I mean, that’s the BACK WHEN we can go back to eh? Hey, we even had Hogan’s Heroes, remember? That was comedy about American prisoners under Nazi control. Control! And it was a hit! My Mother the Car! My Favorite Martian. The Flying Nun. Mr Ed! All hit shows. All after the chaos of World War Two. What makes today’s chaos immune to laughter? `

Yikes. You’re right. And they’re all in perpetual reruns. But now they seem very dumb. Although back then that was during the turn on, tune in and drop out instant of that period. Hard to laugh at our current instant. At best, we have a tragi-comedy. In reruns already!

Hey, man, lighten up. You’re bringing me down.

You were on a high before we started chatting? You on acid, weed? On the bright side, weed is now legal. At least in most states. Beer, booze, weed and old sit-coms. Cheech and Chong. There, that bringing you back up? In this instant?

Uh, I best be on my way. Stop the world, I wanna get off. Ha!

It is to see the world as a grain of sand. So said William Blake.

Okay, dude. I think for sure my emotions are definitely in disequilibrium.

Go with it. Tomorrow is another day. I think.