I am just a worthless liar....
Long time. Life has changed a lot, and yet I haven't moved an inch. Haven't had the passion or the inclination to write. I've been fufilled. That changed a few days ago, when Caryn left to South Africa. My main creative outlet gone, I fall back on the old favorites. This is also the time I'm most susceptible to Tool, when it feels like every inflection in Maynard's voice and every note is a chance to pause and feel. Do I miss feeling like this? Sometimes. At least it's a sure thing. I know that what I'm feeling, I will feel every time I'm down, and so I'm not afraid. Also because I know there is a way out, a mode of upward motion with lasting value. A safety net always has a way of taking the fear out of heights. It's when you get used to the net, and it goes away, that things go to shit. More later.