Uncertainty
I'm not sure where this is going, I'm just compelled to write. It's been too long. It's not as though I haven't been putting words together, I just haven't been able to make them go anywhere. After last month's hospitalization for chronic ileus I was feeling pretty discouraged and worked on a piece I was calling Ileus and Sisyphus. I must have reworked it 15 different ways before recognizing the futility of any such effort. There are points in life when so much seems unknown that comfort is the only logical course of action but then again maybe it's just too much exposure to Bob Dylan. I have been reading his Chronicles, I don't always understand him and he would be the first one to tell you that it really doesn't matter.