I am constantly reminded that if I even come close to believing I know what's going on, disaster of some degree is imminent. I bundle myself in a quilt of confusion, sewn together patches of normality and nonsense. I am thus comforted in knowing that I don't know.
Weather is great here, not that I am officially here. One day I will actually be where I am.
Monday, December 20, 2010
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