It's a very kinky post.. the kind you don't take home to write.as...

> Something will be up soon. > I just wanted to keep in touch.

Totally understand.

> Hope all is well.

Well, you know.. kind of a tough world for even just that much.. more the kind of place moments of “well” fall tumbling after moments of loathing sprinkle-coated with fear.

<next morning>

Okay, then. Work the morning, afternoon off to oversee a furniture move, other devilish details. Degrees of stress trying to hold down the impatience. You want things over, but soon enough realize it's just some finite number of things over until it's all over.

But, then... seemingly come from nothing.. seemingly headed to nothing.. and I imagine said nothing to be the really good kind, i.e. not a quark of trace of individuality to feel sad and lonely, sad and lonely.

Not much else to report. Just the usual barrage of thoughts mocking the thought-i-ness (i.e. as though merely a thought) of the alleged self thinking them.