Strange symitry
So I haave been rearanging my appartment this evening, It has occured to me that nothing in my life is the same or ever will be again, so why the hell should my appartment look the same. Especialy beacuse I like to think of it as a very small, and far to expensive, fortress againse all that I do not want, here things are how I want them, and I like this a lot.

That is all tangental to the point of I was rearanging my appartment, and realised, shortly after I moved it that the large Tree photograph, that my Mother parched up for me, just so I could have a tree, had fallen, while I was gone. I have been back almost a week, and have spent several days here befor and did not notice that it had fallen, but as I think back it has been down sence the first time i left in June. I wonder if it fell when she did, or some time, before or after, it would be a wonderful thing to write a paper on, or far better a short story, that makes far more sense.


I am not well at the moment, I am very much not well but time has run out, and I am scating on grace, and my teeth's skin. I sit all day and live in worlds where the are warp drives, and switching the polarity means something, and ther are comercial breaks, and happy endings, or at least sappy good byes. I sit in the hobbbit hole that I live in, and sulk, and feel sorry for my self, nd try to get things done, but fail most of the time. I have to keep moving, but it is so hard, so very hard.

in any case, I am off to do something mildly socail online.

untill later