yeah, musings, too much writing, too many directions, bit and parceled, categorized, filed away, but then again, the writing comes and goes, the reading comes and goes, the television, the movies, the art comes and goes, flows, circular, around and around, in cycles, high and low tides with the pull of gravity, a force much like time, is time, is outside of time, but still, things come and go, into favor out of it, out of sight, out of mind, truth always and clarity through cliches, a new motto for a new era, clarity through cliches, either that or a good band name, and steps continue to be stepped, night continues to fall, day continues to break, and i, alone in my big queen sized bed, wonder to myself...