now where?

I felt, for a time, that I had quite a few things going for me. I did unexpectedly well at some difficult things. And doing so made something go to my head, and this something, probably made of the same stuff as arrogance and pompousness, made it hard for me to do expectedly well at … Continue reading now where?


I sometimes can feel an image being held close to my mind’s eye. It is of a room made mostly of wood: the walls, tables, and chairs are made of a substance so oaky that just sitting there warms the flesh (and if you hold you face up to the surfaces of everything, you can … Continue reading Herbie


It hurts to get the words out. I want things, I am trying my best to make them happen, but it is hard to both do that and remember that people love me, or that I have a responsibility to them. I saw horses running today. I saw horses just being horses. I don’t know … Continue reading around


Today was a hard day. I had been putting off cleaning my room for a while, and I finally got around to it today. It led to the reopening of a dusty converse box I had once filled with letters, cards, pictures, and ticket stubs. I’m not sentimental, but I must have figured that I would … Continue reading Burn