Being busy and busy coughing.
I had no idea what I meant until I wrote that. I’d rather be busy being. But this is what’s been going on. There are too many things to get done and it’s only the end of February. My mind might know the dates but my body is convinced that I’ve gone past July.
Wordless music best describe me right now.
Sand dunes. Mild sun, cold breeze. It doesn’t smell of the ocean but of wood. Brown and green. Blue and white. Amber. Open fire. Sparks escape the family fire in random fashion to evaporate into the cold air. Where I want to be.
I found a quote from a book I may want to pick up:
Antonio Monda: You believe firmly in God, but you live in a world where suffering, injustice, and tyrrany exist.
Elie Wiesel: It’s the great torment of my entire existence. The question I don’t know how to answer and that I don’t think anyone can answer. But even in these terrible moments I see not an absence but, rather, an eclipse.