Sing it
What do you want? Go away.
You want another late night rant? Well it is late and I feel the bile rising but that tide is only going to wash me into the cave once again. That dark, dank cave where I can see only myself reflected in the dark mirror of the pool. Where I can retreat, where I can think.
Men tend to deal with things this way. Retreat. Analyse. Request advice if required. Resolve.
I wish I was more phlegmatic. More considered and more able to hold attention with a few, well chosen words. See with diamond-like vision and speak with skillful words. Perhaps when I am grown up.
The point I am here to make, not that it needs making of course, much the same as any other tired/drunk vacuous spite-filled misanthropic verbiage that crawls from the chasm of my id to squat, fat and turgid on the front-page of this blog.
Mixed metaphors aside the point I want to make, whether I should make it or not is this. I've got some pretty cool projects coming up, projects that will occupy much of my time and I expect I will be very excited about them because I am. But that is different from what I feel inside.
What I feel inside is the retreat, to the hermitage, to the cave, to the mountain, whatever. Withdraw, go dark, whatever you want to call it. That's where I am going. Back into the dark (long time readers of the blog will know what that means). I feel it is necessary in light of recent events.
But then, perhaps the cave is a tunnel.
See you on the other side.
P.