After all of that difficulty and wandering, my eyes had shifted their gaze. They were drawn to discern sources of everything that followed me. Their suffering, no longer that of solitary harmonica. Blinding like the setting sun, as it continued…Read more
Musings of the Other (Blog)
Stream of consciousness writings. I have no idea if this is anything, nothing, good, bad awful. I do not care. It is a place for me to catch and share the random neuronal firings of a brain unencumbered by judgment or editing. I mostly record or speak into a voice recorder by my bed as I come into or out of sleep. I have no idea what any of this means.