About Too Much
It’s a bit manic these days. Feast or famine, as far as that goes. Either the world’s knocking down my door or I’m floating through the cosmos calling out into an unreceptive oblivion. Sometimes the oblivion can be nice. Quiet is one of those treasures that can’t be overrated.
But no floating for me. Not at the moment. Books to finish. Travel. Work. Enough already.
I kid. I tease. I like the feast. Bring it on world. Go ahead and rip the door off its hinges while your at it.
Here’s where I might say something banal and insulting like “you can sleep when you’re dead,” but I wouldn’t dare. I like sleep way too much.
I will say that we only have so much time. This requires decisions. Some of them hard. One has to parcel, prioritize, etc. All that adult crap.
So that’s what I’m about these days. Pretending to be an adult. Let you know how it goes. I’m sure it’s clear I’ve got my work cut out. Oh well. Play on.
See you after.