Too much worry, too much distraction, waiting for new things to manifest and old things to fail. Looking into the past to recast the future, the present.
Inspiration only came once and the blogs went untended. Reading and finishing Herodotus’ HISTORY. Slogging through TROPIC OF CANCER decades too late. Bouncing things off Astronomers in a public forum. Having a house guest who does not when to leave and thinks I am running a hotel.
This time a year ago everything hit the wall of Entropy. Failing dogs and failing writing projects. A transition from a place of quiet and death to this next to last redoubt on the borders of affluence and effluence.
Platitudes barfed out a a greedy blimp. Eye filled with floaters.
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