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have tumbled into a complete state of lethargy no doubt inspired in part by good 'ol Fitzgerald and my somewhat obsessive reading habits. of course, certain ropes tied to oakland posts are also aiding in my inability to sift through the dusty remnants of an entire life that, in the process of transition, has lost its original glean and forgotten its intended purposes. i worry, but not too heavily; spend, but not too carelessly; plan without any sort of goal or destination - i simply set about dim sketches with the vague promise of a calculated freedom.