30 January 2016

I have some ideas that I would like to render today. I must and will do it.

I need a quiet place with a bit table. I need a few hours.

I also want to be far from the maddening crowd.
Adrift, alone in an ocean of faceless people. The impermanence of the seemingly strong bindings, the ever wandering caravels, sailing to ever distant ports of call...
I haven't eaten dinners on Fridays and Saturdays for a while.

28 January 2016

As I strode in the moonlit paths, traversing the dim forests of the shadowlands, I glimpsed the silhouettes of giants, the shifting distant forms. I trudged toward the misty, forlorn island, where it would be, where it was. History, the present and the future had become one. I revisited the places I had been, the heights I had once scaled and of the windswept vistas I had the fortune of once savouring.

It is but a dream.
A wave of sadness has swept over me. Oh well.