I guess I must be

A new day. People are still crazy and I am still around: all the fixings for a good novel and a never boring life. I would like to say that living in this world is like watching the blind leading the blind, but that would be an insult to blind people. Complete crazy leading the complete crazy…

The ceasing delightfulness of stale bread and canned beans

This is somewhat terrifying: I am in the mood for writing, but I have nothing I want to write about. I envy writers that can make anything into a story of some sort. I cannot do that. I have done it before, but it seems harder and harder to write about nothing and turn that…

In the darkness of my mind

I forget the words. They do not linger. They never do. All that is left is a sort of feeling of the meaning of the words and that feeling stays a lot longer than the actual words themselves, but eventually even the feeling moves into the darkness of my mind. Way inside of my mind,…