I haven't written very much lately
I've been busy coming to grips with mediocrity.
Sometimes we all go and get puffed up by hope, but eventually it all subsides
and we get up, go to work turning in the cog for eight hours or more and return
home to place our keys on the hook beside the door. Resonance is a tricky state;
the slopes get tougher as you go, and ultimately we must resign to a fatalistic
steady state. The consolation: dampening works on absolute values, what it does
to maxima so it does to minima. Time for the obligatory utterance:
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
Ché la diritta via era smarrita.
I should have drawn a turtle before I stopped doodling. Turtles know the score.