Hallowe'en night, the dead are close to us.
They say that.
And they may be right.
We are fascinated with the stupid stuff.
"The witches have cursed the candy supply."
I think maybe not the witches...they're thinking of Project Mayhem. Not an easy mistake to make, unless they haven't seen Fight Club.
And the candy, the pure molded shit we smoosh with our molars and send careening down into our bloodstreams, is big business.
Do we worry about Nestle? They do horrible things. But we buy their candy, and give it to our kids.
The Daily Show did a pretty astute clip regarding the futility of boycotts, or at least the frustration of attempting them:
But enough about consumerism. In the cold Hallowe'en desert night, we can drive to a desolate area, and sit under the moon. We can make magic happen. But I'll probably stay home, remote control in one hand, bottle of wine in the other. The magic dissipated many years ago. The veil between the physical world and the invisible world, be it thick or thin, I don't think it registers anymore. I don't feel anything.
Maybe tonight can be my new year's. Tomorrow, push away all the chemicals, the people-pleasing, the games, the existential focus on materialism. Why wait till tonight? I think I'll start now.