Noting America.

Ah, the land they call America. Where Gershwin and Disney share the same neon, where Liberty shares a home with a creature called Trump. How do you manage to enthral and repel so easily and in the same breath? Will you ever choose the virtuous and become great, for enigma you stand while you prevaricate.

I’m listening to Rhapsody in Blue, thinking of Venus, rueing a difficult day, and drinking India Pale Ale. I shall probably be almost normal tomorrow.