Arc of the Wine Bottle

I care not for the struggle against the utility on meaningless confidentiality questions, as historic fights are being waged over the US Supreme Court.  These long games amidst historic, unpredictable factions and factotums.  Pawns.  Always pawns, swirling about for relevance.  

What will the future look like?  Who can say?  What do you want it to look like, and how can you influence it, and if you can do, so what?  We are creatures of such arrogance, such egotism, such selfishness, such pride.  Such unchangeable natures.  Pets over neighbours, familiarity over foreign.  These slow realizations of the limits of Personal sacrifice.

Resolved.  To be ready with wine bottles for quarantine.  Think I’ll get drunk at Nick’s tomorrow night for old time’s sake before the “cleanse”.  More then.  If I remember, I’ll explain the title of the post.