Queen of Denial

I'm not yet sure what to make of Jeff Buster's uber-pessimistic approach to revitalization (or is it revolution?) in Cleveland. It could work!

I think that in order to live in Cleveland and not get chewed up by the jaws of Despair, you have to adopt a sort of tragicomic ability to romanticize the city while also remaining deeply skeptical of the motivations of its leaders.

This is undoubtedly a variation on the theme of denial - but hey, it's no different from the kind of denial that you have to adopt when flying in a commuter airplane: "gee, I'm getting into this rickety hunk of metal full of explosive fluid and I'm going to go miles up into the great blue yonder! Hooray!"

There may be a precept in the Daodejing that explains this phenomenon better, but for now, here's a haiku I just made up:

Graceful walleye swims

Through the brightening waves, then

Hooks drop from above

[editor's note: no poet I am.]