Saturday,
As you may see I'm in a shadow mood tonight. A pale shadow falling through the black empty. Alone but not alone. More shadow to me than substance. Water in a glass half full or half . . . I'm not that much on mind puzzles. Really is enough for me to misunderstand. I don't have to create fantasy to keep my conscious mind busy. Just tying my tennis shoes can turn into a theory for living: Shoestring Theory if you will.
