Too many distractions. Hard to know what might be going on in this heart. Leaping around from thing to thing. But that seems to be the point. It is the distractions which are designed to cover it up. The whole of society enjoys them. Garbage in, garbage out. That may explain the driving need to express myself. I let in so much jumbled, chaotic gobbledygook that it’s no wonder there’s a boatload to unload. Maybe peace lives where nothing comes in and nothing goes out. Just a stasis, a balance point.

originally published on 11/14/09