Somehow I’ve almost lost my train of thought, something shiny caught my eye. Almost is the key word I guess, and “Broken” would be right up there. I was lamenting my lack of feelings for members of my family, in particular my parents. It’s not just that I don’t like them for some reason, …
Just sitting by the fire at Kikomun, had a couple rye, a bit of wine, wantin’ to feel profound. Not really happening. Feeling melancholy but impossible to articulate. I sit here listening to the cries of a child in the distance, I think of Tracy and whether a meeting in Toronto is good, or advisable.