I feel very unsettled. So many things going on. Personal struggles. The image of fighting to stay afloat is present and pressing.
New idea for a book is on the surface. Ideas are constant when there’s peace. I retreat out of necessity. Misunderstood.
I stole three albums today. I plan to go back and leave the money under the virtual cash register. Eventually. Guaranteed.
I should read. Seems so hard when there’s so much to write. To say. Tennis is on. Tomorrow is looking up.