Friday, August 29, 2008

I am discovering that life is short.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

So much to say. So little by way of tools.

I seem to have lost an interlocutor. Of course, the jury is still out on if the interlocutor was real or a figment of my seriously demented imagination. Maybe what I have lost is interlocution.

I am slowly evaluating my priorities, my needs and my life. Frankly in this age of excess stimuli and mediated self, it's all rather difficult. Not a moment of quiet do I get. When I do, I feel awful.

I am a little embarrassed at the person I seem to have become in the interim. Today, I feel and sense how wrong I might have been. Except I have little knowledge on how to stand this tall all the time.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

In retrospect, this seems like the year to be wrong.
In every way.
It needs to end.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

And she thought,

This day we inhabit. This day we strive to fill. This day of moments that will not end. This endless day. This day will end. It will round the corner and crouch into its position of almost sleepiness. Slowly, it will fold into the ground and melt into the sky. It will sleep and so will you.