I think I just held it together long enough to get what I needed to say out. Apologies to those of you who are expecting a festival of f-bombs after a few days. There were more important things that needed to be said.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
- T.S. Eliot
After the dreary despair I spewed forth in 395, I decided it was up to me to provide some counterbalance to an outlook that is so often bleak. Leave it to Mr. Hathaway to help me out.
An unsettled wandering through other people's conversations about music, creation, and found inspiration.
Some talk of the next couple of weeks in my life which either evolve (or devolve) into a ramble about artistic choices in the inclusion (or exclusion) of what is (or what is not) there.
"A moment of inspiration will far surpass spending six years on something." - Tom Waits