Thursday, October 05, 2006

pregnant pause

It is raining, and blustery. Is this Isaac fresh from Newfi?

I am trying to put things in my head, but they don't make sense. Where and what-not. No financial responsibility. No clear vision for the future. Nothing like a straightforward narrative. Too many times have I started out like this. No conclusions. Always moving but unlike most of my friends not approaching destinations.

Silly thoughts. Silly days. All old emotions. They are leaf-mulch. Quite where I plaace myself now, is an unanswered question: it is certainly an echo. Always this and never clarity.