A Note to the Wall.

I feel fidgety and unsettled at the moment. I feel weary but not tired enough to sleep the sleep of the contented. I’m not contented. I feel the pressure of a pregnant silence in the mist, waiting to be relieved by the sound of unfamiliar voices, or the pealing of bells, or the rumble of thunder approaching from the distance. Or maybe just a hint of arcane knowledge whispered in my ear when darkness shuts out the inconsequential frippery of mundane reality.

Is anybody interested in this little piece of intelligence? I very much doubt it, but my blog is my wall and you can say whatever you like to your wall.