It has been a very long day. I spent a good deal of it walking and most of it in the sun. My thoughts and feelings are a sloppy mess. My truths are even slipperier than usual. I keep trying to catch one, only to have it slide away in the space between the next two reflections. I wonder vaguely in the midst of this disarray about momentary and absolute truths and what the bloody fucking point of these posts is supposed to be again anyway. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep and here I am trying to come up with something of substance to say. How truthful is that?
All I want to do is go to bed. That I’m even trying to write a post is already a lie; what it says can hardly matter. Yet, here I am continuing to type, continuing to grasp and lose my thoughts. Slip. Slip. Slip.
I really don’t know why I’m bothering.