It’s the day of a million starts and no finishes. It seems that I have a hundred windows open on my PC, each of them with a task half-done, and a hundred projects in midstream laying about the room and my life, in keeping with my day, feels just ever-so-nearly interrupted for a couple of years now.
The sun, however, is still real, and I have the fleeting sensation of awareness telling me that I ought to grab hold of something and ride it all the way to the horizon, laughing.
Just what that something is… remains to be seen.
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Again I feel it. I need to pick up a camera and hit the road. That is me. That’s all there is to it.