Sittin' write.as in a v-i buh-huh-fer, one post over the line
> I must not be a bad player in my own game. > > I know the rules. > > I know how to play.
Sounds like the game of loneli... I mean blogging.
It's pretending to be doing something other/more than staring at a screen while staring at a screen.
Somewhat fitting, I was in the bathroom occupied with the larger of the two numbers.
<days later>
We went to a concert I – 25 years or so ago – never could have guessed I'd eventually attend. Great music.
Pretty much all the rest? Automatons running into automatons. Not unlike the classroom. But drinking.
But I'm happy for the musicians that laughed all the way to the bank amidst said clank clank clank.
Didn't sleep well. Just not used to being so revved up, so seemingly perpetually on the verge of being violated.
But then Mind Only comes to mind.