November 21, 2008

I expect, eventually, to celebrate.

I know longer really understand what's going on. I've begun to suspect that neither does anyone else understand what's going on. What is going on? I don't know, like I said. Perhaps we are about to collapse. Perhaps not.

There must be something very good just around the corner. I wonder if by 5 o' clock there will be solutions, enough to go around. It is still possible to reconcile, and account well for what seems so much like chaos. Though there is no one to ask about this. Not much in the way of good things can be said. I have a feeling that amounts to very little. I won't discuss how difficult or easy it will be, compared to now.

This I expect, eventually, to celebrate. Then I expect, eventually, to be able to talk. So I expect to run out of ink. And I hope that it won't be a problem if we don't go streaking. Therefore I don't think too much anymore when I hear and go about things differently. I almost don't recognize my explanation for behaving. But I'm glad that I do.