Coming back to earth
Sometimes the distance between what the world is and what you wish it to be is very vast. One would think that with age, the shock of this would dull.
And perhaps it does.
I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin. If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.