state of confusion

I've been feeling confused lately, and as much as I like to think I embrace it (hi George Saunders), the truth is--sometimes all the confusion is tiring.
I may have to move house, due to arson.
My job is meh, made more so daily by petty tyrants.
My city has somehow morphed from a rainy, arty backwater into a hot property. No more Ballard drivers. Now you dive out of the way of whatever sporty BMW needs to roar past you (only to screech to a halt at the next traffic jam).
And my country...this wonderfully delusional cesspool hijacked by criminal grifters and lowlifes--what more is there to say?
Confusion into creativity, straw into gold.
I know it can happen, I just need to take the time.
Make the time.