i don’t know about you dear reader, but there is something i love about being wide awake working/reading amidst the tranquil of night. a feeling i haven’t quite manage to recite in a phrase yet. a silence so unpolluted & profound, it kind of makes you float around, drowning in muse.
i thought about it, maybe i’m just getting sick and tired of cleaning up after the mess.
and by the way, i am quite upset to learn that my then “pride and joy” ride (almost ended my life) has been sitting at a relative’s garage for about 7 years now? rotting away, lest forgotten.
& now that it’s not hip, they’re asking me how to break it apart? that isn’t very nice.
what a shame. what a shame indeed.