A simple note in my apologetic conversation remorse way.
Chopped up and spread over a page without much notice.
unable to refuse
Idea: There is fascination with the sacred; even when it is someone else’s.
I do believe there is an aesthetic difference in essence art and personality art. The unknown always seems more mysterious than it needs to be. And when it is not on my mind, it's not mysterious at all.
Yes, that is the mood of the day. It will, as ever, make for interesting conversation.
Time is short, even though one can seem to get a lifetime of work done in an afternoon. The life times, real or imagined, stack up in the corner of my desk. It is hard to be one person when we each are so many. Funny how that time thingy expands and contracts.