Clarity of vision is hard won. Talking to people tonight, it isn’t something that is easily appreciated, unlike say hard labour or business as usual.
Trying to be an artist is an interesting thing. Prejudice and mystique are hand in hand on this. Neither is a help. I am guessing here, but maybe we are a different breed.
Tomorrow is garbage day here. I haven’t been able to get it to the road for about three months now. One thing or another just precluded the enterprise. Oh Tomorrow. Isn’t that the best word?