April 5, 2020
On the phone-gears cranking verbs and vowels out for resuscitations that I might feel the spiraling into one. No such luck. Iím taking a break, stepping back, viewing the canvas as fully as possible. Can I pull far enough back to see myself outside of myself? I like the way things have been organized. I mean, the available reruns are endless. They take my mind off decay. Who will clean up after I pass thru the portal into which Iím now staring? Shall I be aggressive or meek about this? Pointless to be concerned one way or the other.