and so it begins again, five days in, dusty roads and mild weather, fair and mild, a recipe, the dreaded words have been uttered,"i want to go home", followed closely by giggles and laughter, hard to tell what is real, interpretation mostly, the services rendered as of late have come up mostly short, one could grow tired of that real quick like, the sound of loved ones breathing in the desert night erases most everything....................
i tried to take a photo of a raccoon in a box, but alas the opportunity passed me, these random smashing moments congeal loosely into a timeline that might be mentally followed or even put to paper in order to eek out some kind of coherence, today starts a new page but the paper has been left behind, i salute the sunrise...........
surrounded by sickness in every room i enter, i have succumbed more than once, once too many too few, and there is an either/or stashed in every corner, words have swayed more than one opinion, actions far more, can one just cut it off and simply go on.................
on one given night, failure gave way to fun as the unforgiving winter winds blew, amplified by fans seeking to provide escape from fumes, in other words, i had an idea that didn't quite work out in theory, but gave way to something quite nice, come check it out at backspace on thursday night, 1-6-11..............
