…stories and music and poetry— this Bobby Hutchinson song, Camel Rise…. Wine is all of this. How I can afford coffee, how I only now at my old age “know business”, as is said. Me, now, at the kitchen counter writing thinking about my day and what I want from all of this, where I don’t want to be versus where I should be versus and blended with where I am. An equation glorious but as well just as much a kerfuffle scenic.
I look at the word count of this document. 31,822…. And I look at past entries and the day number is off. Who cares, I say to myself. Focus on the Now, NOW, right now in this kitchen and the Nicholas Payton notes. Definitely hungry. Need breakfast, or should I hold off, see how my character reacts. Not sure what I’m thinking or feeling this morning but it’s certainly something and I need to not so much find out what it is, define it, but actuate within its congruency, or incongruence— Again, don’t try to define it. Me in the morning, thoughts and Philosophy, new approaches to everything already in place….