“And the way they talked to me! Like old friends, people who’d known me forever. I was appalled at the thought of having to stay with them forever,” lamented a character in the most famous book by the most famous Czech author, and yet another wave of long termers head back to the mothership, the oppression of the summer heat releases all its children into the hiving that we are programmed to do despite the restlessness of the non credit card carrying, under insured, hand to mouth world the rest of us live in.

As if there were any separation, as if when we lie, steal, cheat, and fuck over somebody, it gets you any farther from the source of the problem. A marvelous tool, the hypocrite uses, as the spiritual wannabes down at the “white” (as in trash, which is what they sell) market would have you believe. This guy from there had the nerve to give me this Buddhist schlock-prose one day when I was in his office talking about the dance scene (unity etc.) and I spotted his guru, leering down at me, and begging me to ask about it.