sketchbook: tangential flight

There is no place like home, unless you're homeless, then there is no place like a home.

I want out of all the boxes. Too many folded up cardboards in my life.

The cocoon is getting itchy. Its stuffy in here too.

I love how the major economic boost in this State are the marijuana clinics. Be sick, get a pot card, boost the economy. Key words: Be sick.

Funny, people struggling with alcoholism are sick too. 

typing away the dark into dawn

The last few days went like this. Work, then travel, some sleep, rise and take Mom to the surgery; exploding histories regressing against malignity in the day, surgery, then more purgatory until I could no longer stay. Off I go into the dark, park myself on the train and arrive in time to become employee. Sleep and then rise again in the night to repeat the employment part. I believe I managed to shower a couple of times.

...Instead of walking the streets a zombie, I take a taxi into work, letting the quiet ride pull me through the foggy canvas. The stark winter light washed away in the receding snow, spring begins her work in the hazy smudging of lamp lights...

...I return once again to the stranger typing away the dark into dawn.
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