slipstream spinning (again)

i've been thinking a lot about the slipstream of life lately. and death following a hair too closely. and the disparity between each person's rowboat.

i read that "slipstream" also refers to a genre of fiction, at least since 1989. "the fiction of strangeness." writings that deal with an element of the surreal or are heavy with cognitive dissonance. but really i have to wonder if that's not exactly what life is like here on earth. strange and surreal and full of contradicting beliefs causing all sorts of unpleasant feelings.

my rowboat got stuck in a bunch of reeds. when i hacked my way out of those it promptly got sucked into a whirlpool. it's hard to focus when your head is spinning.

"...and you paddle right out of the mess..."