April 2

For some reason writing isn’t the plaid fortune it was before. I guess I used to bunker down in and kick away at one of the drafts. That system, since dismantled, hasn’t been replaced. 

There are things I care about, that I could write of in detail. Saying how and why, the particulars, what it makes of the life I lead. However, those things are not of interest. How do I make statements that bear the spirit of our shared existence?

The things that are the most difficult tend to have the most resonance. Posts are frequently rote regurgitations. But lifeblood stuff is not so easy to identify. It escapes and lingers ever after. 

So what is the same about this year and the last? I lack the pressure of the made… but what is the same? I put myself on, and make my way through..