Had one of my classic five hours sleep again last night,
followed by waking into an extreme state of anxiety. More difficult dreams.
I know what it’s about. It’s about having the two most
fundamental needs unfilled – one I’m still searching for, the other is
unattainable, I think. It’s about the inevitable fact that the brighter a light
is, the deeper the shadow it casts. It’s about the demon that lives in that
shadow, and what I know he is capable of taking away from me. And it’s about
Old Father Time pointing ahead and whispering ‘Can you hear it yet? The sound
of the cogs at the end of the treadmill?’
This isn’t a depressed, or even particularly impassioned,
post. It’s just another muse on the state of things as a turbulent year draws close
to its end.
I’m off to prepare the ingredients for a splendid Christmas
lunch now.
Yuletide Greetings to all, especially those who are passing
the time in the drunk tank, waiting to sober up. That’s my (serious) Christmas
joke.
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