reflective

An enjoyable night out. A late night, late morning. A divergence from the state of things. Not that "the state of things" has been particularly poor, overall. The focus is on what matters right now - the fulfillment of ambitions steadily approaches. The focus on the writing and new work. Other distractions? Well, I actually have a social life. Otherwise, I don't play video games - I outgrew that when "Galaga" was no longer the rage at the arcade. Nowadays it's all about something known as "Guitar Hero." I have no interest. My television viewing is sporadic, at best. Movies still hold a prominent place in this film geek's heart - they accompany me through all muck and mire, much like books. The best films I've seen in years are certainly "There Will Be Blood" and "No Country for Old Men," friend-o.


Nothing is obfuscated anymore. Better to die on your feet than live on your knees, right? The ego, the perceived arrogance, the sarcasm, the detachment - it might seem unsavory, but those mechanisms defend acute emotion against the wicked whims or wiles of the world. When I remove the facade, there I am exposed but unafraid. This heart will take all comers because this heart is resilient. It can be hurt but it cannot be crushed. Do as you will... but try to be kind. Thank you.

Here on a soggy Saturday afternoon, the rain reflects. I light a candle. The words escape my mind and my fingertips. You see them now. It will be dusk soon and the sun will find itself elsewhere. The damp dark will edge across the city and this restless night owl will do it all over again.